Always busy, I keep busy. Don't need another mystery. Half broke in my pockets, will always make the best of what I have. Don't need love, don't need any help.  I'm better off by myself. I'm a work overtime, I'm a make this work worth my time. Checks half way gone but oh well, I'm ready to start a new journey as well. Two different worlds, plenty of singalongs girls.
Always got knives in my back and I've got trust hanging in the air. I'll always be ready to let this take me anywhere. Not going to search, I'm sit here and work. If someone is interested maybe give it a try. I've got nothing to hide.

We've all resented ourselves over some sins. Unfortunately this is where it all begins. Carry yourself till there's no fight left. Pack your words of wisdom and share it with your regrets. Accomplish your sorrows and be on your way. I understand its a war everyday. Tell me love, if I shared my feels in poetry form will you kiss my words on per page? Heads in the clouds and you've begun storming in your eyes. Letting me go must be a whole twisted world. I swear upon my journals I won't leave unwritten. I'll write the right way towards your beautiful hands. Even the devil himself flew me out of hell with his angels wings. I looked into his eyes and then understood the devilish stories in me.

No one can help me
Not to be dramatic,
but it's the only feeling I'm feeling
Regrets and pain is all I'm inhaling
Can I be held one last time?
I know you're done with me.
But my love is all still for you.
I just want you to be happy.
I'll try to keep it down.

My eyes don't see past this tunnel of silence, but the tears silenced through this tunnel. It's peaceful and I'm still pretty anxious. Can't tell if this is a sign or a blessing. I'm pretty cautious but I'm also good at forgetting. If I had my way, I'd not change a direction on my map, there is now way of bringing or changing the past behind my back. **** a episode I do this feel like binging these manic moments. I'd rather be somewhere happier for me to forever enjoy it. The past gave me the power of strength and weakness. It's up to me to find self forgiveness. I'm trying to find a new direction and I'm running low on cigarettes. As long as I keep busy I guess I can be careless.

I can handle the gossip, I can take some insults. I can even be the bad guy in some of these stories. I'm in no rush or a hurry. Just don't abuse my time and be fake. These stars die, but atleast there's some light. Even the darker ones get a glance of a dim direction. It's a great day to catch my friendship pending. Snaps that's been sending. But I'm not worried, kind of curious to see who's next, or who'll use me when they send me a text. Left on read, that's fine. I do the same sometimes, but don't be rude and expect my time. I've got a horrible record of having poor conversation skills. But atleast my loyalty is real. I find myself bored as well with blank forehead selfies, but atleast the streaks are increasing your score though. I'm open to talk, well more than likely to play the question game. Atleast I'm curious and attempt to know more then your name. I know some of my questions are clingy, cheesy, and raw. But atleast I'm trying and giving it a shot.

Feel sorry for someone who don't compete.
I ripped the rappers for the bars to eat.
Brushed off the cavities, ready to brush them off my teeth.
Mouth wash mint, but they can't keep up and my trends already has been sent.
Like I said I feel sorry for the weak. Sorry that you can hardly speak. My brains been on fire this whole week.
When will I be well know. I'm talented and words like gold. Been writing, always mentally fighting. But I will always be the one climbing.

His nightmares belong to no privacy like here you go y'all can have it. I've trusted the wrong now I'm talking to the world it's like hate hacked it. But for real tho, I'm drunk and depressed bro. The one time I open, it's like the bottle caved on in. Hope so high, lightning struck, it's a storm but apparently it's tough love. Not much to say
"stay strong"
You've got this! Happens to the best of us, but time will bring happiness!
***** I don't wanna stay strong and wait for happiness. I just want to be me, be happy to suffer mentally. Like the real ones! one day it'll be more than enough. I bet the world fell before it rose up. Blooming like the rest of us.

I swore upon myself to love.
How do I love? I can hear her voice in my head, I can feel emptiness beside our bed. But I swear I am more in love with your comfort.  It all ends the same. Starting as a secret admire. We meet and our smiles filling our minds with beautiful desires. It's adventures.  Just as soon as we love who we are... We change. The comfort changes, your voice lingers in my head. I still love the voices in my head as I visually think of our times we had. But I think I forgot how to love, I don't even remember how to love myself.  I began to say I love you, but it no longer feels like I'm saying it to you. Hell I can't even hear myself say it. I know you lost the feeling too. Your words had sunshine and rainbows every time you said it too me.  I began to feel so happy I forgot about the world every time I was with you.  Now the feeling is mutual. Our love yous and goodbyes began to feel less important each time. My thoughts and emotions were so colorful with you. with us.... Now its all black and white. All I've ever wanted was for anyone to love me... but once love I began to lose love as if I wasn't enough to love. I swore to love, not because we respectfully lost love for one another.... but for me to remember what it's like to love the importance of a being. Simply not meant to be, simply ready to be a light at the end of some ones tunnel. For the next one to love me... promise to treat me as if I am your first and last.