Not a single thing I dont know Who I am What I have become What this thirst is for Why I have a hunger for death Maybe its an interest of mine Something I shall study But I dont know I dont know a **** thing Im lost at sea Compass broken No direction to go Just floating here Not knowing anything I dont remember my name I dont recognize the face in the mirror Everything has changed so quick Even my broken heart Has become something of interest To people who have never felt its pain Even my eyes have changed Into a sight that woman have melted from I dont know I just dont know anymore
So will anybody try to explain this **** to me?
A poem I wrote for a young friend of mine who has just started the process of becoming a man. Only because I have been in those shoes before.