But

I dream of better things… BUT… I guess there isn’t any BUT in life. It happens. Wondering at times why do I fight to be me when I know somewhere I’m important to someone MAYBE no one can or will explain my pain the same as I can. I ran with it…BUT… MAYBE I was wrong Sung the wrong verse of the wrong song at the time it just wasn’t meant to be. MAYBE it’s just the wrong poem. With thoughts of me questioning my self, I’m sure of my mistakes and what it will take to not do them again BUT …here we go. AND… again I told my feeling BUT it’s like telling someone with deaf ears with my back turned, they just don’t get it. The feeling of this certain pain still burns. Who will learn from this? This is my bliss, a list of things Just things, that well…Ill just ended a sentence with BUT … and I’m stuck in this whatever it is. WHATEVER? This could go on forever MAYBE …. BUT … AND you just don’t understand. Is it clear? Does it make sense now? I don’t know what I was thinking and WHATEVER sounded so much better than some of the time. I’m just going on and on about the same things, not getting anywhere and still I ended this with a BUT… AND…I give up.