In the end I hope you're all justified In knowing no matter what I would've died It really has nothing to do with any of you I'm just done with what I've been going through Honestly my only regret is trying so ******* hard All the while knowing I'd only end up broken and scarred I was broken long before anyone found out I'm past wanting to know what life is about I have tried to nurse my crippled soul No warmth comes from a heart with holes Both have been frozen for so long I still can't find where I went wrong I'm stuck up in my own issues and ills So I'm ****** up off these papers and pills Just a ghost leaving what's left of me On this pad for the world to see
Writing as an outlet. The grip of depression and constant questions is far more than I can handle at times. Long roads of contemplation and soul searching await me. Only trying to come out stronger each time.