sometimes i feel like a tragedy

life is going by so fast i don't even have enough time to say what i really want. isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about the most?

i can't quite learn to say things before i run out of time, before it's too late. why can't i learn that waiting is a mistake?

i live in a prison where i fear what other people think

i cry myself to sleep more nights than i don't and i think i'm almost tears.

i have chapters in my life that i don't want to read out loud

i have a problem with remembering the things i want to forget and forgetting the things i want to remember.

but most of all i need someone, a mother, a father, or just an older wiser being to cry to.

i talk to god but the sky is empty. it's probably my fault. i actually know for a fact it is.

life sometimes is just a tragedy.