River City

Writing

Thinking

Suffering

Why am I doing this?

Why am I such and idiot?

Maybe because I’m broken inside

Really deep

Too deep

Feeling what’s right or wrong

But don’t realize it

Don’t believe it

Suffering

But there’s no stop

Broken inside

Hurt inside

But don’t know how

Don’t know whom

Firing this into this sheet

Is the only way

I can think on it

I can speak about it

“Like a face that likes to speak

When all I knew was how to fight”

I still smell the guilt

I still smell the smoke

And what’s does it mean?

Why it bothers me so much?

After all it’s my life

Or maybe it’s my life

What’s causing me this.

My poor twisted head

Wasting my time

Wasting my life

Wasting my hate

Wasting me.