Reality, some shit I don’t wanna see.

I don’t know what jaded me.

Seeking all that is happiness

Engulfed in a whole lot of shit

Feelings of inadequacy strike again.

I have to remind myself that i’m my only friend.

when all the smoke clears im always the only 1 still standing here.

Writings from a cluttered, trapped mind.

Wondering if i’ll ever keep something good.

Maybe that shit ain’t written in my book.

Unfinished, like a song w/ no hook.

Interestingly enough you shoulda saw this coming.