(THE FIRST HALF OF THIS IS A NOTE THING I WROTE MYSELF IN SCHOOL I DECIDED TO INCLUDE IT CAUSE IT HAS MORE OF THE OVERALL FEEL THAT INSPIRED THE POEM)


I HATE THIS SHIT


i cant concentrate
my brain is blocked with a flood of memories dripping into my thoughts
i cant be here right now
i cant be here
its friday im okay im going home for the weekend its fine to remember

THINK BIOLOGY!!
its not working.................
DETACHED DISAPPEAR



words form but there not even apart of me I WANT TO BE CONNECTED
Empty everything is empty
with no hopes to experience the happiness i know i have
i cant live the good when im stuck
i cant be here right now
i cant b e here

I NEED OUT
I NEED MYSELF
I NEED MY HOME.


why is freedom still so far away
when ive found everything i want







far away
far away from here
where my mind tends to stray
my thoughts tend to play
the day i once again belong

but for now
but for now im stuck
where my body tends to stand
my heart tends to break
at the grasp of times hand

and today
and the hours of tomorrow
will stretch out the sorrow
until i am where
where i am suppose to be

closing my eyes
i dream the hours gone
because the moment is to long
to see where this all ends










gEH...I JUST DONT KNOW...