Ivory.

from day to day, it's all the same.
I reminisce about my past whilst never looking toward the future.
from day to day I always wonder what could have been instead of what could be.
now you know the problem with me.
I struggle to fight, I struggle to win. The only time I succeed is when I grab that pen.
I see you, an you..an you.. you all seem so much better. I try my hardest, I just can't seem to be better.
from day to day, I am consumed by the flames of my own hell.
now you know the problem with me.
I want to think someway and feel somehow so I can tell someone that I love something. I want to do one thing and this vessel does another.
forgive me self, for I am your worst enemy. yet I am your saviour. now bow down, for now it's my turn to speak..
©ivory