How I Feel

Sometimes I feel like a child that needs help on it’s
Pathway
I feel deadly cancerous like a cigarette ash in an ashtray

I feel like I’m so miserable
Like if I ever got what I wanted it will turn out to be a
Miracle

I’m always on these mood swings
That keep me on a rate or a level when I do things

I feel like I’m getting lied to
I feel like I need to pick a specific
Person to rely to

I feel like I’m digging my own grave
I feel like I’m slowly dying away and need to be saved
I feel like it’s pointless to change
Because deep down I know I will always be the same

I feel like there are too many evil distractions
And it makes me feel so much hate
That I can almost breathe the passion