New lines

Something I wrote a few years ago

Confusion seems to be my new thing,

It always seems like I'm walking on butterfly wings.

Trying not to break them as I stumble through life,

but utterly failing and all but destroying this life,

I try to do right but it always turns wrong,

I'm trying to save this, but the chance is long gone.

I don't know what to do, so I turn to you,

but just like me, you dont have a clue.

I know I can do better, but I can't find a way.

My light is fading as time goes, day to day.

I question unending if I should change by direction,

but my decisions made for me, as I face you rejection.

I seem to be crushed, but I know I'll be fine.

I know I can't erase this, but I can still write in a new line.