I'm on another level not taking souls for the devil but counting pebbles, pebbles that will probably end my life,just continue knowing me as the bad seed that didn't grow to perfection,it's just another tragic ending but with life its just the same thing,I'd rather die by my own hands than to stay in this mess, "I've had enough" my mind is braking trying to take it day by day but I'm shaking because everything I try to do I put my all in but there is so much that I can do but I'm failing,I'm unstable for I'm not able to full fill my dreams,after all I'm just a restless soul wondering on it's own,I can't go on no more my mind feels like a war zone " I'm not winning" just getting old no one will remember my bones no story's to be told maybe a cheap suit and a rose close casket no secrets to disclose. ...
©kamoy13
U