new bones

I wonder what I'm reaching for? I look around me and I don't see it. I don't see it anywhere. So instead I pull inward, and try to stop looking. But I've got to go outside. I see people everyday. I want to be one of them. I want to have friends. But I can't. I keep trying to tell myself that I don't think I'm better than anyone else (good reasons too)...but sometimes I act like I just don't give a shit...like I'm above it all. I know I'm not. It used to be for protection, to hide my genuine interest in people because I really did want to be like everyone else...tough on the outside, soft on the inside...but now its stuck.

Now I'm dead.

When everyone is telling me to 'get out there', then I try...and then they say you've got to pick yourself up when you fall, but when I do...

I'm doing this for a reason...this right here...I'm getting it out of my system for good, cause this is the last time I want to come back here with this shit. The shit, the skin, everything and the bones. I am so sick and tired of being sick and tired. I really have tried everything...but I'm going to try something else...something is going to stick to these bones.


Right out of the box