Once a lost cause, but I forgot them all. Started walking forward and that's all that mattered to me. I do appreciate comfort but that'll lead to destruction. I don't listen when it means nothing. But watch that grammar check. How about I'll be the one to light my own cigarette. Always busy now, thoughts begin race now. But who really understood that. I'm watching my own back. I've been watching my actions cause that affect. Still not a regret. My poetry the same but put in different words. Maybe I'm the problem. I've got to take a break then begin to solve them. Either a past tense broken heart finally on a recovery. Still feeling empty. But it's bearable. I wished for no one else to be miserable. I've got attention that has a habit of leaving. I've got journals about me grieving. Accomplishments I'm receiving. No longer having these arms bleeding. I'm slowly succeeding. Just don't let me down because you've got that power.