Something I wrote...
All There Is To It...
... All I can hear is my pencil scratching the paper and my thoughts in my head. All I can see is my future through blury eyes seeing double. All I can taste is the weed I just smoked and the beer in my mouth. All I can smell is the smoke that clogs my lungs and makes it hard to breathe. All I can feel is my body melting down and my brain rotting. All I know is where i've been, not where I am, and there's a foggy vision of where I am going. All I want is to make things right. All I need is some time to think and some fresh air to take in. All I've done for the past year is fade into the background, fuck shit up, and watch life pass me by. All I can do is speak my mind and HOPE I get somewhere. All I'm going to do is exactly what I've been doing....
All you can see is in me is one more alcohalic teen, destined for a life of depression. All you know is everything I've told you. All you hear is my excuses that pour from my mouth like rain from the sky. All you feel is anger towards me. All you can taste is the crystal clear water you've gotten so used to drinking. All you smell is the booze on my breath and the smoke that clings to my clothes. All you want is to see me happy and healthy. All you need is strength to get through this and reassurance that it'll be okay. All you can do is watch over me, and HOPE I get it right on my own. All you're going to do is just that....
....And that's all there is to it....
That was written to my mom mostly... although she's never seen it, and I dont really want her to. But maybe someday I'll show it to her. I dont know. Well... yea, it's stupid, but its all good right? Yea....
... All I can hear is my pencil scratching the paper and my thoughts in my head. All I can see is my future through blury eyes seeing double. All I can taste is the weed I just smoked and the beer in my mouth. All I can smell is the smoke that clogs my lungs and makes it hard to breathe. All I can feel is my body melting down and my brain rotting. All I know is where i've been, not where I am, and there's a foggy vision of where I am going. All I want is to make things right. All I need is some time to think and some fresh air to take in. All I've done for the past year is fade into the background, fuck shit up, and watch life pass me by. All I can do is speak my mind and HOPE I get somewhere. All I'm going to do is exactly what I've been doing....
All you can see is in me is one more alcohalic teen, destined for a life of depression. All you know is everything I've told you. All you hear is my excuses that pour from my mouth like rain from the sky. All you feel is anger towards me. All you can taste is the crystal clear water you've gotten so used to drinking. All you smell is the booze on my breath and the smoke that clings to my clothes. All you want is to see me happy and healthy. All you need is strength to get through this and reassurance that it'll be okay. All you can do is watch over me, and HOPE I get it right on my own. All you're going to do is just that....
....And that's all there is to it....
That was written to my mom mostly... although she's never seen it, and I dont really want her to. But maybe someday I'll show it to her. I dont know. Well... yea, it's stupid, but its all good right? Yea....