This is the story about me
About my past and my present
About the future and the hope
That one day i will stop thinking this way!
Just twenty-two years old
And already given up on love
To many failed attempts
And to many bad girlfriends
Encased in solitude and sadness
I have chosen not to trust the human race
And in doing so closed myself off to all
Including those who are my friends and family
I am the beaten dog that forever bits back
Kindness no longer visible in my eyes
Converted back to my animal past
Waiting in the black to get before gotten to
My hands beaten and crippled
Forced against my will to destroy my body
Manuel labor the ban of my existence
Now the only form in which to make a living
This is a story short by novel standards
But long enough to make the point in which i hate
This is a story in which i know the past present and future
But still unable to write in critical changes
A story corrupted by selfdestruction
Torn to pieces my bad decisions
A life no longer willing to wake up in the morning
A life just waiting for the emptiness of a closed coffin
