Sep 12, 2008 21:06
Tracing the tracks of bad habits and the painful commandments; I let it get to me.
Suffering the addictions and seeing no difference and I'm trying to plead.
I'm silent, yet crying out loud, wanting someone but no one to see me.
I'm lost in the smoke of carefree living and the continuous opaque line in need.
I'll fight this shit alone like I do everyday. I can barely see a better future right in front of me.
I'll just wait and see what's left of me.
It's nothing.
<3 jess