I could say I’m fine I could be lying There comes a time where we all meet the same fate but mine is late I will open hells gates by myself And walk in cause I’m just another falling angel with a short fuse and confused I’m built of hate and anger the road I’m walking on is not built so my feet blister the past is the past I keep walking on these stones that cut deeper all I see now is a sea of darkness ahead that’s deep and is bottomless where’s the bottom to this bottle i some how think I will ask my self that in the future I’m not sure where I’m going Will it get worse or better Or will it get worse for the better of others Or will it get better but worse for others Or will it all be equal and stay as a stale mate That just sits in place Hoping for some to place there foot down and raise the corner of people’s mouths and not have it be fake But a real smile that makes others smile and Has a chain reaction to other people But intill then the pain will eat away at the metal heath of everyone like A plague and leave a hollow whole in you and leave a shadow that follows you and tells you to give in and to give up and that no one cares about you not even yourself but the shadow is detroyed by light but you can’t see the light any where so you sit in place and wonder where you are and what you are and who you are and why you are But the Main thing is what’s blocking the light the light is somewhere if it was not then Why are you or myself still breathing the light is trying to fight but it needs help I write and write and continue to wonder why do I write is it a small escape or is it why I have not ecaped cause im reminiscing over the past I don’t know if it’s helping me or making me fade away slowly and decompose I’m trying to keep my self strong when I’m around people so they can’t see the Brocken soul through the windows to my soul