Insain Thoughts
Lost in space lost in time with a dream of a world to take as mine one hand full of wishes the other hand filled with plans figured if I mix them together ill come up with something grand bright lights can be your biggest fan will you standing on the sideline of the grandest game in all the land understanding a complex’s that leaves the mind complexes is the only thing I seem to understand there has to be something out there I have to be something great I have to be missing something, there has to be another road that I can’t take, flying threw space will im planted on the ground I swear there has to be another way out living life by the night rather sleep the day away you couldn’t live past my last mistake a strong man grows weak when there’s nothing to eat a sain man goes in sain blame it on the lack of sleep hypothetically I seen it coming understanding voice that I didn’t see coming hearing an re-hearing the same thing makes me wonder is life just a big dream, will the vultures look at you like your just a big piece of meat waiting for you to give up so they can feast never, because I never been a quitter are so I say but I walked away from a problem yesterday I walked away from a bottle walked away from a friend kicked it with an enemy, so the road of self-destruction begins never been a quitter, always had a plan but what’s the planner to do when things don’t go as planned, make new plans? So I erase what I planned start with a new plan with the same intentions just wrote out a little different, either way life’s my ocean and I have to swim it either way life’s my weed and I have to finish either way life’s my dream an I have to end it, sheesh trying to find a way to ease the pain bottle of pain pills will help take the pain away but ****it im to cheap I’ll just go eat an plan suicide another day today ill just dream, people claim I walk around like I haven’t a care in the world, but I walk around dazed like I don’t understand how to be the man an these plans I’ll be dammed to stay still I just want to win *****I just want those pills, thoughts of suicide like give death a chance pops walked away now who’s there to help me stand mom died, who’s there to give me hugs last girl I loved ended up with another scrub ****it who’s there to love one chance at this have to make it right do I pop these pills an slowly end fade into the white are do I go out in a bang rob a couple grocery store so the news finds out my name now that would bring my family shame, but who could really blame a young black kid that got kicked out at 15, because of some stupid *****he did that left him with a scar on his face and a shattered heart who learned on that day that this worlds to dark, who learned that day a simple new art an wished life was a game so he can press restart,
Copyright © Joseph Smith | Year Posted 2013
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