All I ever wanted was to feel alive. I wanted to save the world until I realized that it doesn't want to be saved. I now wonder why I am here, what's my purpose in this world if I never get a voice. If I never get a chance to tell you why it hurts. To live in this world is to live in hell but without hell we wouldn't try so hard to find a way out. A way out of this misery a way out of the mess. Looking towards the future forgetting there's a past. Living in the present but not really being there. The worlds this crazy place and I find comfort in writing out the pain.
Nov. 29. 2020 Breaking Point
I've been trying to find my purpose, what really makes me tick.
I work and work and work at it but never get the hint.
I end up just giving it away just to hit my breaking point
And then running far away.
Timing isn't everything, it's actually quit insane.
I've been trying to find my purpose, to know why I am here.
I've always felt the need for greatness
And as I fail, I flake.
It just ends up being me self destructing again
And it's all because I caved.
