This life can be so unbearable.
What is the point?
I ask myself that question more than any other.
Ask most this question, you recieve the same response
"To live."
Well, ****.
Maybe I don't want to anymore.
I was never asked, just pulled into this warped reality.
What is the point...

What is a memory?
A memory as we all know it is something from the past that will stay with you, but don't misread that
It is as it says it's the past and for good reason

Never allow what's happening today hold you back or allow it to control you because no matter which way you look at it
That will one day be nothing more thn a memory too...

It's okay
It will all be okay
And when they day come where what's bringing you down now becomes a memory
We'll share a laugh and a drink
Cheers.

I feel so old
yet I'm so young
I can tell you stories upon stories,
experience upon experience
yet I'm always craving more.
Lying awake on those 2 AM-can't sleep to save my life-nights,
all I have is guilt on my mind.
I've been through so much,
but my mother has been through much more at the hands of me.
Why must I have a wild soul?
Why do I love to alter my mind?
Why?
It hasn't become a problem,
though it could at any time, I'm sure.
People don't go altering themselves with the intent of getting addicted, but it happens more times than not.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
I believe it's because I want out of this world.
My soul screams through my chest to be let go, released into oblivion.
Yet I cannot abide by this request, so I drudge on another day, beverage in hand, pop a pill, escape escape escape.

exploring my mind for a topic,
and all that comes up is you;
I miss the taste of your skin,
and the look of infinite love in your eyes.
you're the only soul in this world that's lifted me up with just a smile,
a word,
a look.
you have me forever.
love like this is irreplaceable.