This something I wrote awhile ago.....


Calm most of the time,
Only when my thoughts leave me alone and stay behind.
Blind is the state they sometimes leave me.
Believe me, I try to hide from them but they always see me.
They know what I want but they always tease me.
Darkness is always looking over to make sure I’m there.
I will never turn willingly over I swear.
Some thoughts I conjure up I can not bear.
Am I even really here?
I have second thoughts about my life.
Do I wanna stay single or do I wanna find a wife?
Do I wanna live till I’m old, or do I wanna find a knife…
Never contemplate that, too strong to fall in.
It’s all in, built up and it’s callin.
When can I ever live without regret.
There’s always something I want to do but I always worry or fret.
All the times I’m angry, most of the time it’s because I’m upset.


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