For I am absent mindlessly waiting for a beginning,
For an emancipation,
For an assisted dying statue,
For a cure,
For a salvation of the world,
For peace among the worlds indifference,
For some sort of distance.

And at the same time,
Waiting to stop running from myself.

For one moment of my life
I want someone to care.
I want someone to look at me asking
'are you okay?' and really
want to know the true answer.

But people don't always get what they want,
life isn't fair?
Is that the excuse so you don't have to deal
with me?

Everyday is getting worse,
My head is in a dark place.
And no one wants to enlighten it.

People are
Cruel.
I am just
Tired.

I can't get away,
you always seem to be there.
In times it feels like I need you to be gone,
you seem to always stick around.

Maybe its an unhealthy relationship- forced,
where as I try to get away,
while even court says I must stay.

You could do the world wrong,
but nothing is done for me;
my life has been surrounded by choices I was
forced to make because of you.

The choices that have made me sick and tired-
a never ending cycle that is.
And thanks to you it has been made
abundantly clear,
that I must not,
and will not
ever escape.

I can’t think for
Myself
Everyone around me
Is getting better and
I am just stuck.

Everyone around me
Is independent and
Successful,
Leaving me
Hanging fire.

No one listens,
No one is there,
No one cares,
But yet I am forced
Into believing things
That are wrong,
In my eyes.

Forced to believe you.

The mind is great for a lot of things
But there are a few things
Even the brightest of minds can’t handle.
One of which being empty space,
Which there seems to be a lot of
In my life.

Too much passion within us for the things        
We know too well;
That are so familiar,
Yet so wrong.
Minds filled with
A fire,                                    
A flood.                                
Things that won’t change.
That can’t change.

For every corner that’s turned,
It’s there.
There’s no escaping.
It’s in your blood.
A fire,
A flood.

But the things that can’t be escaped
Are faced.
And the
Fire and flood
Take control.

A change occurs in
A mind that’s distant,
A mind thats fire and flood
Determines indifference.