drifter
my pessimistic views have come to a halt once more
everytime it yields to my feet, i feel as if one person is always in it more. i feel careless about others feelings. past lessons taught me something of value. but was it really something to value? more so something of anguish or, distrust. i hold trust high, but friends, even higher. the numbers are scarce, and pushed away by none other, than myself. im sorry for any hurtful things i have said or done to anyone my path has crossed in life.
im bored with everything. i want to be something.. not just another waste of space; aimless,goalless, or someone barely scrapping by. i was meant for more than this.
everytime it yields to my feet, i feel as if one person is always in it more. i feel careless about others feelings. past lessons taught me something of value. but was it really something to value? more so something of anguish or, distrust. i hold trust high, but friends, even higher. the numbers are scarce, and pushed away by none other, than myself. im sorry for any hurtful things i have said or done to anyone my path has crossed in life.
im bored with everything. i want to be something.. not just another waste of space; aimless,goalless, or someone barely scrapping by. i was meant for more than this.