::Start::
fall comes so slow
night comes so fast
colors do not blend
fakes never amaze me
being clever can
this is my life
this is the start of a new ending
today is my dad's birthday, even since I'm writing in this on the 18th, I just needed to give me more room for more ways to say I'm alive today more than yesterday, I am the person you see at the midnight clubs pondering more on you, then you are me. Scratching your heads, clueless of your surrounds, your path you might take. Drink more, keep on to dig your hole. Wonder why you can't find anyone else that is real. Maybe yourself are the ones that are fake, but maybe, just maybe your the ones who do this to find hope, love, trust, what ever your searching for. You will NOT find it here, not at any other club, not in your drinks, not in the cloths you wear. You can only find what you are searching for with in you. It's harder than you think, but if your strong you can do it, have some faith.
So about my father, I don't know how old he is, I called him the day after his birthday. He sends me cards and what not on my B-day so I could at least call him, I feel self inflicted, but my father is the only parent I have that the "American Family" is based upon. I am the only child so it's hard not really having a father around, ot a mother for that fact. I get along with living my life, just would like that push of "well son this is what you might wanna do in life." I just get nothing, I tell my dad what's going on in my life, to maybe get somthing out of him. Just a "Son I'm glad your doing this, but if you want, I can help you with getting into some really good art schools..." The only thing I get is a small laugh with.."if that's what you wanna do?" I'm Zacks broken home"
night comes so fast
colors do not blend
fakes never amaze me
being clever can
this is my life
this is the start of a new ending
today is my dad's birthday, even since I'm writing in this on the 18th, I just needed to give me more room for more ways to say I'm alive today more than yesterday, I am the person you see at the midnight clubs pondering more on you, then you are me. Scratching your heads, clueless of your surrounds, your path you might take. Drink more, keep on to dig your hole. Wonder why you can't find anyone else that is real. Maybe yourself are the ones that are fake, but maybe, just maybe your the ones who do this to find hope, love, trust, what ever your searching for. You will NOT find it here, not at any other club, not in your drinks, not in the cloths you wear. You can only find what you are searching for with in you. It's harder than you think, but if your strong you can do it, have some faith.
So about my father, I don't know how old he is, I called him the day after his birthday. He sends me cards and what not on my B-day so I could at least call him, I feel self inflicted, but my father is the only parent I have that the "American Family" is based upon. I am the only child so it's hard not really having a father around, ot a mother for that fact. I get along with living my life, just would like that push of "well son this is what you might wanna do in life." I just get nothing, I tell my dad what's going on in my life, to maybe get somthing out of him. Just a "Son I'm glad your doing this, but if you want, I can help you with getting into some really good art schools..." The only thing I get is a small laugh with.."if that's what you wanna do?" I'm Zacks broken home"