Fuck...

tired and strained, you've been there before unceritan how to move on whats next what is there some set i have to fallow some line i wait in that makes me ascend to what they want me to be. Whats becoming of me when i find myself hiding like I'm ashamed of how hard i try. Have you felt your fingers clawing at your brain in the middle of the night for someone to hold because your cold, warmed by blankets but chilled in your heart, so hallow, losing so much hard not to wallow in sorrow, to slick to stand have to craw until  I'm whole again. have you been here, do you know what it looks like, can you recognize that ....T-Thing!  in my eyes? that felling you get when you hear my torn voice scraping the cords of the air to tension. I'm like a wounded animal in a corner....have you been here? have you seen what it dose? what life takes away from living? have you looked at death and dropped to your knees...seen plight and hunger witnessed useless bloodshed...and thought it none of it made sense, since you got here? Have you ever been in an airplane and sill find yourself looking up...seen the moon the quickly look past it..have you ever been broken...I am here, with you, without you, alone, surrounded, and cluttered i stand before every one....i stand in awe of the amount of the world and utter.....Fuck.