Friction restriction cant tell if life wants me or rejection.
I hold the heart of another in my hand and i just cant stand to break it but for the chance at another life with one i desire i set my heat on fire to tell me what it thinks but it never says a word.
I am broke up inside like shard ed glass on the floor piece by piece it shreds into my life like one big knife cutting everything in the picture leaving me with something to remember.
Hard times Hard lives just another speed bump in this life that we live everyday hopeing to have a better day someday be happy and enjoy all the things life has to give but for now i am stuck in a puddle sinking slowly to the bottom into the mud filled ground where my body is taken and shaken and pulled in even more then at the end i am bottomless as i lay bottle next to me on the floor.
I was suffocated by the will that i have to pursue my life and every night i speak and think what it would be like if i never lived my life by the blade of this knife would it be better or would it be worse right now i cant tell because first my life would be taken then i would mistaken my every move then someday i would end up another hopeless mess of mistaken failure.
