fear the unexpected.

Fear: fuck everything and run. Thats where my thoughts lay. New path or becoming wrath, I feel it near. The eyes never lie, I refuse to cry at the same time. I feel funny inside. My best friend use to always play am I living in vain for me. I never listen. No pain no gain huh my own mental prison. I accepted what has alreay occurred seriously, however I can't accept the gift you left me. How do I return to sender. People would call it a blessing not to me. Confused at the same time in denial. I like to block out any old memories . never once worked about any of its penalties and remove anything old in me,