I draw a deep cold breath and my mind starts to clear. I don't want to be here stupid I no longer care... It's a long windy road but the end is near, I can't wait to reach the end but the path ain't clear. With each breath this fear starts to lift, this  curse starts to shift. This anger rises within....

This anger is not directed its with out intent. With out intent this anger I vent is not meant... It's violent with out merit, berating and hating, mutilating, aggravating and always suffocating..

I don't want to be here stupid I no longer care.. It's a long windy road but the end is near.....

Clarity and transparency arn't friends of mine. Condescending, never ending this permanent state of mind. Forever pretending and awfully offending my doom impending my mind bending....

I don't want to be here stupid................