I often wonder why you bother,
Searching endlessly for lucidity,
In a puzzle seemingly unsolvable,
Somewhere amongst your stupidity,
Barely deeper than your opinion,
This is destroying your small mind,
Trying to decipher the pieces in,
Your life, even one day at a time.
A key to happiness was misplaced,
Long ago while running this path,
Of endless circles being traced,
In my head, figuring out the math,
That doesn’t add up to the whole,
Or even to the same problem that,
I know that I was originally told,
When you pushed on me this sad,
Situation you like to call a life.
Inheriting a psychos’ nightmare,
Not even the atmosphere is right,
For this crazy man to even dare,
To straighten out a fucking mess,
That I know is better untouched,
So only one of us lives in distress,
And your blood lines all the cuts,
That a saint wouldn’t want to heal,
Even if he holds the divine power,
To make your existance seem real,
Or to make you less of a coward.
Not a God in the world has made,
You that person you needed to be,
To see tomorrow, muchless today,
Or even another moment with me.