i lay on my bed thinking of tomorrow... and yesterday... oh and how much better i could have done today... mistakes, mistakes, mistakes: i counted 16, 22, 38, 51... i could have just done better with a shot from a gun... mistakes: just one... "i am done" i think... so frustrated at myself i can't even blink... "this stinks... i stink"... why? just why?! why do i need to lie, waste time, be shy, be emotional, one day die, feel this, not be perfect, cry... why! i want to be perfect... perfections spot on reflection... is that too much to ask in life... i need some direction! people say: take action! do not wait! do! just do and shut up! i am doing! and up until now i have done crap... so you shut up! please tell me... which way is up?! this world has a shape... shape of a maze with no escape... with no exit... please... just give me one success... so tomorrow perhaps i could get some rest.



please... my tears are running dry.