i cried on the bathroom floor

because the moment reality hit me i had no choice but to belt out from within till my eyes became sore. Oh, i can be such a bore with exclamations of past revelations since nothing became true and this just in, nothing is new, with me at least. I seem to be in a funk, and its pilled up to the point of a minor explosion and i hold it in and, this just in, nothing is as it should be. Well , with me at least.

i speak for myself. im stressed and yet i try to stay positive but im negatively holding on to the lack of visible possibilities. visually i see everything in line for me and it scares me to see it out of reach.

teach me, heal me, love me, touch me.

tears fall on a pad in mid sentence and hence the hurt begins. blood flows down every row of pre-mapped sorrow so fall in line and spare the rest of the hurt and excuses but lets try not to be useless in a world of over exposed usage and you said that everything would be ok.

that word never slipped past me so easily, the sound of such a word that rung in my ear and hear me clearly when i say that that IM NOT OK.

and yes, i hear you loudly when you define the meaning of life in pre-approved pathways if we just say let it be but thats just not for me.

i like to be worry free but thats just not for me.

i like to see me happy but as of now thats just not for me.

and for the time being im praying, wishing, hoping, that every second im on this earth i can feel that much happier than the moment previous and make up for lost time i could have spent running free and.. well... happy.

this just in, im out.