im trying to get better at this, but im not seeing any progression. and i feel bad when i say stuff about other peoples verses and yet i cant let a good one flow myselff......oh well


sitting at my comp thinking all about life/
and then i wonder whats the point of living in strife/
wheres my knife?/
maybe i should take my own advice/
and think this shit over twice/
but wouldnt it be nice/
to put my head in a vice/
and force the voices out, scatter them to the night/
i see the light/
but i dont think i should, its not so bright/
more like darkness mixed with a little bit of white/
and this makes me worry, maybe im not stable/
what if im not able/
to keep the legs on this table/
from falling over and coming a part/
i find my self looking for and ending, but then where is the start?

Go to the Wackness Emergency Center.

And also keep on writing. Serious, you'll become better. Don't give up.