ugh,

when you know your screwed its plain to see , your eyes can't look away when you lost at the sea of emotion and heading for the bay. your paddles broke, you lost your stroke, they just drift like the tide you see, so clearly you're at the end of the torture called my life. I've explained it over, and I've again my words begain to rebuttal my thoughts My pain my inner me we gather round and hudle I'm scared of me , I've lost my fight I can't believe I'm here surrounding by the delusions of ever lasting fear. help me now, for I need to hear you understand my words. if life is such a glorious thing then why the fuck does it hurts.