I spent the bulk of my life mad at everything and everyone.
It was useless, just like I was.
And even though I'm not sure, what my use is.
I can't consider my life a nuisance.
Until now, I couldn't have known. I was jumping rooftops with my eyes closed.
I can't forget the boy I used to be, I can only create the man that I want to see.
Wallflowers and stars, are finite. They're like everything else, and we all die.
What's left when everything's romanticized, there can't be reason in empty minds.
Laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Curled up in a ball so tight I lose feeling.
Or lifting up my face. Making living worthwhile. Give the pain a place.
released November 16, 2014
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