Sick of everything Sick of myself I no its my fault Im just letting it out. Days are to long An nights are well past due When will it end So i can start new Dont worry i will never ask nothing from u...... hold that to be true.... My body weak to the touch. Anymore i dont feel much.... Holding my habbits as a fall back clutch......... after the smoke all clears Im afraid of the aftermath is a certaining fear......... I look at the choices that landed me here.....i no theres no going back theres no restart.but good god damn my hole world is falling apart.i saw it coming yet i did nothing.guess i wasnt that smart. The taste of irony is Bitter tart....... so i dont know why i even wrote this.i dont feel any better. Its a bitch .ive always been a bird of a different feather. No matter the weather...... a rare breed indeed. But doesn't mean its a good thing.i need under my ass is a spring.....i have no get up an go. I decide to do something then i say no.i end up over thinking it all in my head.an end up doing nothing instead. Day in day out.they come an go.i hold on to yesterday but then i let go.do i dare to care fuck no i swear.stop an stare at the sun think to myself were is my gun
