I (part 2)

as I.I.I. keep falling I look back at what I've done what I've won all MY fun now I'm none, nothing, zero, an irrelevant matter leaning towards disaster eating failure on a platter I. I. I. I so cold upon the matter of this disaster.... I'm cold in this zero degree weather... i. I. I searching for the right to live but I'm broken upon the matter,I'm lost, heart split, all jig-sawed, splattered, like fine china being shattered into pieces of I.....I....yes I. Me. No he, she, we. Just I.I.I. and individuality my only mentality to ease the reality. The pain, the struggle, the games, the lames, the false dedication, my only medication... I. I. I. got my hand on the trigger of intimidation... pulled back like hair tied in a rubber band, where do" I" stand of intoxication of mixed emotions and missed spelled words adding verbs to my struggle to escape insanity.... "insane in the membrane" i.I..I tripping down the stairs of humanity trapped in the obstacles of insanity, tryna be sane but strugglin like an animal stuck in a tight space success is a night chase but its not "overnight" its just creepin around corners, failure has no warners but I can ignore it be strange around it like foreigners I.I.I. will move on up and I'm not a Jefferson, I. I. I. will find light in this dark passageway