Kenneth Edward Martin III

For the longest time what I felt on the in I was too afraid to show on the outside. 
From time to time I'd let myself sink to the springs, package everything in a box, then let it all out like my life took place in a boxing ring. 
Put a ring on my thoughts because I can't afford to divorce them. 
My thoughts and I don't get along and often times I find myself isolated from life, living a motion picture tragedy. Strategize methods of how my thoughts connect with past events. 
This prevents my mind forcing itself to draw ink from my wrist. 
Splits my memory into two. Too many times I find myself looking for the bad side of things. 
Imagine having everything you would ever need undertaken by a stop sign. 
His life now lives under the ground he was taken from. 
And from time to time I like to think about how my life would be if he overtook those injuries. 
Kind of find it hard to believe that Kenneth can find peace when he lays down to sleep, when my mind falls to pieces. 
Kenneth Edward Martin III lives free even though he killed a man. My dad... to be exact