I haven't been doing things for the right reason
My
Conversations with stop signs and therapist are just goin back to figments of my imagination
As
I lay here in my king size bed feeling compromised
I barely notice a good dream from a bad
Or a nightmare from reality
I barely notice anymore that I am walking outside in nothing but my long socks and boxers
Why must I introduce the world to such a
Fasinating?
No
Shameless style
Because the brand of clothes seem more drama then none at all
But
That is not what drove me 2 this mental
Forgetting my potential
Of Accomplishing what's essential
Has diminished
And
Has finished
And
Has brought me to this mind
Or time
Or phase
Not before I grow but sometime after I think fall
Season
And such a bitter cold spell
As if I have been curse with winter time snow
In the tomb of my heated room
Will be consumed with this chill for no apparent reason
Meaning
I am trapped in my own insane
My own mental
My own hell
....
Lucky me
Wishing
I could have some one elses shoes
But having big feet
Will not fit into them
Wishing for another chance
Another choice
Is feeling like Sophie
Anything I do
Someone
Most likely
Me
Myself
And ooo my If I get hurt
Will face something I will not be readyfor
And
HE knows I am not built for
..
Bedsheets covered in tears
or
From salt water from my last adventure to a place where people I have heard care
Rumors
No
Consumers
Of my time
And I have now realized that the sky is not blue but a hue of gray
And there is no such thing as a bright sunny day
But infact
The ground is blue from my tears
And the sky is the color of the
dark
dingy
shade of gray of the pavement of which we walk upon
And it will always be
In this mind season sometime before I think
Fall