Its Not What I Came Here For
Drowsy as I lie on this bed, regretting the decisions I made, reminding myself everyday not to repeat, hard. I may not work as much as others, but I've got my limit, I've got my stack. I may have wants and desires, some accomplished, some undone. Come save me from this dreadfulness, cos this is how i throw it away. I have no one to tell, no one to be with, but I'm dealing with this emptiness. For it may get better. I've come to realise that, I need to become something just so I know that I'm doing the right thing. My mind is always close to captivity, but on lock-down. I may not make sense to you right now, but to me its just way to vomit, a way to let out. I need to start improving on my skill and charisma, cos I'm too young to have a head so high, feeling absolutely numb, wishing for my sins goodbye, cursing all my lovers eyes.