BREAKK DOWWNN......this is what it feels like to be your worst enemy

Is it ok to strum love's guitar...

cause i feel the melody reverberate 

as it plays is something like hate me..hate me...

Its balance in my life past typsy... turvy...

its streams not straight...curvy...bending...at a brush...or wind blow...

so that means its gone like adios?oh...more like a stallion's mane blow...

catching the very essence of its fluidity...

Stop Shi...ittt..tittting...Lust, love's weak,

Pulse,ends...quiet sleep...

Unleash my soul like wildfire...let it spark your marley... 

allowing vibes to surpass your high....

Lunar...

control ..

how moons do waves..knarley 

as i hang ten...

as I hang ten.... ten...I hang...all men....all me...this nuisance ...

rephrase...this noose  is...

 not tight enough..cause this Fucker...wont fade..doesn't fall....

Recreated...since I do this often...Fighting this ..

This.... battle with the devil ...a constant struggle

funny how i go from music to inner conscious...

my inner battle...almost to say I'm a fucked up individual in thought...

Seems to easy to fail....but so hard to just try...

Cant shake this feeling with stick....

Stagnance...

must be my middle name...Limbo

stuck in middle,the riddle,.this fickle feeling, I pickle like bases, back and forth

Guess march is the maddest month..for me.

The Madness March through me...no brackets...

shit is demeaning to my confidence....the meaning of it all...i dont get. it...

never will

I believe in God....atleast i think i do...I guess this is all bad...all bad....

Always say God first...

but ive gone mad...as i got older...like i went in reverse...

When I was younger felt so driven...so focused....

Turned 23, still sinnin...still hopeless....but never show it..

Gradutaion in May...dont feel accomplished...

how do I distinguish greatness...when i feel like I've lost it?

 All...

when I never had it to begin with...

what is it?

Tears of confusion drop from me...

Beetle juice, beetle juice...face ugly

when a man cry...

Wish I had more street sense,then book knowledge...Common Sense

But whats the sense of what you feel has nothing in common 

with anyone at all...pause...

breathe....

Stop Writing...please...cause you'll be here all day...all day? 

All day...

so much emo right now...to much for them to handle..dismantle and try to break down...but chris this is what saves us from break down..

saves us from

 break down...