"Always the wanderer, never at rest through this wilderness called life. If I'm smoking till I drop, I'm looking to be at peace. It's never a time, I can't shake the loneliness, or the constant pain of feeling like I'm just a waste of breath. Can't find away to release these feelings to cause me to wander, just the sad melody that plays in my heart. Can anybody stop me from walking in the dark? Can they stop me from pulling the trigger on myself? The call of death seems far, but it feels like I'm running towards it, without any hesitation, as to who would supposedly miss me. Seems like I'm always the wanderer, walking in the depths of my darkness, knowing he's my enemy, but the only one that's listening. Want so much to put my foot up, and rest but here I am again, walking asking just to fall off the map, and not be seen again, but it's not my time yet. How I wish it would hurry, cause I'm tired of walking towards dead ends."
©gazeldeas
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