8-23-17

Why are these thoughts so rough on me

All these problems made from blood only

Making it harder to think, harder to sink

Into the person that's made for me

But I don't need close, never been an

option when they try to oppose.

All the while they lie for me, saying how

proud and thankful they are for me.

I don't need their absent love, so it's 

coming from somewhere they don't know of.

Soon time will unravel, that my happiness

has come from a whole 'nother level.

It's never been a free ride for me, the pain

and endurance of running so free.

Is only an illusion, a gap in time that's really a delusion.

For it's not all real, the real big life I have yet to deal.