I sit here confused
Stairing at a blank piece if paper
Wondering what to write.
Do I write that I am lonley, sad, and scared?
Or that I am hurt, worried, and confused?
I Choose confused,
Which way do I go,
This way or that?
It's hard to be confused,
It's very confusing.
I don't know what I want
What I need.
Do I want life,
Or the afterlife?
Which one is better?
One day I'll find out,
Sooner or later.
Untill the day my fate comes to pass,
I will sit here confused,
Ill keep stairing at this blank piece of paper
And hope something happens.
Sooner or later...;
