ive never known how to move on
acceptance for me is like breathing underwater
I pray for the day when my mind is content
when my body is healthy
when my soul is correct
let me reside in my wisdom
not crumble in the faults
I sit and i think
about nothing
in particular
and its in that nothingness
that i find and loose myslef
why is my life such a contridiction
why are my words never my words
the gravity of lifes end
will release me from doubt,
insanity,
my lack of strength, of patience
im old and dead
rotten and molding
I resent my life
my mind
my body
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