I can't think of a name that will fit this poetically arranged rage,
well not rage but frustration
anyway let me get to the point
I'm sick of seeing everybody around me in love, it's like breaking my ribs and stabbing me in the chest with a disjointed
sense of envy and misguided sorrow, I keep trying to put a smile on so I can see another tomorrow

But every time I try I keep looking into my Facebook or YouTube and everybody is having the time of their life
Meanwhile mine, if you can call it that to begin with
Is shot in the foot and my hearts starting to split
Openly onto the page again I can't bear to see this within my soul anymore, I hang on to the fact that I don't know what's in store but it's breaking me open, like a petty thief,
Life you can be a cruel S.O.B. now let me write my own story