Motivation

Motivation is buried deep under my flesh . Hidden by failures so harsh, it gave me a fatal attraction to death. Life is my goal to succeed, yet my brain is clouded, as i cut myself and watch as i bleed. My actions are shameful. As i ignore, punish my potential. I struggle to change knowing its detramental. Inspiration flickers w/ patience, while i procrastinate watching oppritunities pass by, as i sit on the fence. Where will life lead me i wonder? My blood flows infested with suspence. I look depression straight in the face, my heart needs to beat at a different pace, or the gift the Lord blessed me with, was merely a waste.