Yesterday I saw a nice looking Forest path in Arlington Heights / the type you walk into on your own and stay inside until you reach a higher flight / in my mind I saw a different place as I stepped in / I didn't look back cause of what I felt within / everyone is fine / and I will be ok / I came into this world half dead / and now my life is gray / I've dealt with blunt force trauma for major parts of my life / so it's no wonder I'm not ok in the head / my bestfriend a pad and a pen / it's kept my feelings to itself so that's not bad / once again / I laugh / but don't know why / so here again I go a lone I cry / but I'm not mad nor bitter / **** for once I do feel like a quitter / this World is filled with enough sour litter / and I'm not one to stay and follow the wagon / I'm the type to wave goodbye and put my heart in a bag when / I slowly walk into that path / you won't know where I took that blast / so rather than to be remembered as a mess / I rather you all remember me for the good of the past.