I'm not going to pretend I've got a lot to lose. But I got more than myself to prove. Just got into a habit of expecting the worse. I burned bridges, slit my wrist and put myself in ditches. But still manage to put my friendships six feet into the dirt. They don't want me at my worst maybe they don't get to see me at my best. I'm a put my happiness to a rest. I know I'm not the greatest to be around especially when I'm just ******* depressed. But my past and stories stay with me. I was not okay and drunk while saying shut impulsively. Am I mad or bipolar. The ***** the difference? I still want to burn the world, my world..... maybe things will chill in the end.

I've never seen myself a handsome man.
Handsome like the guys who always have the right look, the right smile, the right people in their life, filled with confidence with no insecurities drowning them. A man who has the perfect world between love and desires. But at peace with his respects. I see myself no different than a shadow or just that empty man in the background like a background noise but with no sound.
(If that makes sense)
I'm no stud...
But I accept myself.
My smile may not be pure as gold.
My world may be dark and gloomy.
But my loyalty has grown truthfully
My mistakes taught me how to survive all the storms before the handsome ones took the light and rainbows.
I'm no handsome man.
But I'm a good man

I'll isolate
When I'm sad I write
If only someone can paint me a picture
I'll attempt to describe it
Most days I barely know my worth
But I prioritize work
But I forget to allow people I trust in
Maybe next episode they see me as a sin
I'll mention a couple of things with no explanation
Yeah, well I ****** up trust again
I'm better off in my cave
I swear I'm not sinister just a little emotion rage
Paranoia for no reason
Maybe I'll open up next fall
(No I won't Maybe next season)

You can take it all out on me,
But I'll refuse to see you as a enemy.
You can ghost me,
Just as long as if I know you're not buried in agony.
I know things been rough lately.
How much longer? How many voice-mails do I got to give you?
How many letters shall I send?
Wish you were here, wish I didn't have to pretend. More importantly I wish you were here when I need you. I've been embarrassing myself and I've been wrecking friendships. No one understands me as good as you did. I maybe have 2 maybe 3 by my side, but I know I should be greatful.... but I'm losing motivation and some pride. It's been 4 months since I last heard your voice. I get a text atleast every other 3 weeks. You've still have yet to learn how much you mean to me. Wish I could just give you my emotions and my eyes to show you.