Uncontent

My choices always seem to be wrong

Nothing ever goes my way

Of my life I could write a long, sad song

Though I know it wouldn't pay

Too many thoughts spinning rounds in my head

My dreams all appear bizarre

Maybe I should just end it all instead

Because I never really made it that far

My independence came long ago

I knew I had to make it on my own

Everyone around me procedes to have control

It makes me feel so all alone

My heart is broken and confused

Nothing ever made it inside

I feel so deeply used

Sitting here I start to cry

I wish it could all be different

That everything wasn't so strange

But thinking at this exact moment

I realize that nothing will ever change

Reviews

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

I agree to Dreaming Dame: it is like rain. And the flow of emotions is expansive. Though, in my head, I could hear it being sung quietly to a melody I've written myself (no intentions of copywright infringement). Wonderful and deep ink.

[dreaming dame]

Reading this, I feel incredible sorrow. It's a beautiful write!:D so smooth an sad, like rain