Thoughts

I thought my life was staring to be good Well why do I feel so sad Am I Distend to be unhappy all my life Have I been that bad I didn't choose the things that happened to me I didn't choose to feel the feelings I do They just sit there anticipating and waiting to make a move I have no control when they will strike I wish I was born with no feelings at all The thoughts eat away , bit by bit I actually then start to fill sick life is hard to deal with without these crazy thoughts So when they erupt , it's like one big crashing ball Not knowing where to turn What the next step will be What road to travel down , or what will become of me In the end it will be the person who holds me tight , that will continually make my life alright