So far gone mentally.
Lost and trying to find.
Searching for the unknown.
For what could save my mind.
A simple thing called reality.
I feel it everyday.
It sticks to me like papercuts.
It never goes away.
The definition of life for me
is simply put this way.
That deep inside I feel so dead.
That means Im not okay.
Im angered by these papercuts
that only I can see.
Thier on the inside looking out.
Kinda just like me.
Sad but true, this is my life.
Reality has spoken.
Ive found that deep within myself
lies a soul thats broken.
