Lately, my pencil has been choking on every piece of paper it writes on.
These eyes, are staring at it as if theres a wall in front of my face.
The muscles in my fingers burn with bitter anger; not to be distinguished with a smile.
To you, I'm probably already dead; and I have tried so hard to resist it;
I cannot deny your existence, this is where my fingers become cramped.
Some days have passed by, slightly getting better as I get older.
However, most days I'm just up, restless trying to convince myself,
convince myself that I haven't ever done this; I never have been through this.
It's just not who I am to lie to others, so I've just given up lying to myself
I've been there before, and I've done this too many times, I just wish i could forget how many times.
Reflection is a reality, that we all must go through.
Could it be a possibility, that the next time this happens, I could have a different reaction?
I know it's selfish for me to ask, even more so to ask your eyes to just take a glance at this.
Everyday I can never give my feet up to the ground, because that is where I'm bound.
I go through many of the problems that the world faces every day; just tell me exactly how;
exactly how I'm supposed to be unique to the general public..
I will not try again, all I've learned from running is that eventually I'm back where I started.
God must have had a sick sense of humor to make this world round, because there isn't a da mn thing;
a damn thing I can do, I'm still the same distance away from you; no matter where I go.
You're so far away, and no matter how far I try to go away, I'll never be far enough.
It has been to long, that I have been in use for you, farewell; I have no where to go.
I'll see you on the other side of the spectrum.
Consistency is a constant, constantly taunting me; at every end of a sentence.
I've always wished to be an angel, but lately it feels like I'm trying to be the rogue.
Working alone, standing alone is my wish, but it was never my will; I'm just going to take this jump.
I'm going to jump to see if I can fly; And I know too da mn well that I can't
but I'm going to try anyway.
