Speaking to myself is getting old,seems like i have no one else to talk to.My words are becoming thinner ,and trust me im far from a beginner.Time has passed by slowly but surely my time is coming,I almost cant remember the good old days. Something in my reckless mind screams out for help as my words remain silent. Tip toeing through a field of sorrow,I start feeling like im worth a shiny dime lost deep in someones pocket. I wish i was strapped to a fiery rocket, waved goodbye to everyone as it exploded just so the knew my pain. Everyone goes through depression but unfortunately Ive never had protection,not giving up on life because living was "once" my goal but right now im on one hell of a roll.....But look Ive done tried it all!!!!!!!There's no point talking because my words never get too far,id rather just keep my words and feeling bottled up in a jar. I love when people play like they really care,but truthfully their hearts are still and bare. Fighting my inner demon,I cant seem to win this ever lasting battle.My eyes filled with meaningful tears,mean nothing to anyone. No matter how much Ive tried its never played out my way,just a roll play. Speechless and lost from confusion,wondering why it had to fall on me. I'm going to end this on a good note and say farewell live on and for ever in peace........