its late the world is in a deep slumber yet my mind will not let me join feelings tangled like a knot that is almost impossible to undue betrayel hate anger sadness confusion pain.All these feelings do not fail to make me ponder my expiration date.I am the milk that everyone has left to go sour and now my bitter taste drives them all away.I feel as though one disappointment after another only leads o the ultimate disappointment........my expiration date.What of a life so unfulfilling to end at its lowest point it only makes you wonder how will it be on the other side.But one hope of a better life makes it all seem worth not giving up but as the day grows nearer so does the inevitable. to hold on to a dream would be to ignore reality and reality always finds a way to steal your attention leaving all hope to die only to be resurrected and die again..to experience my presence is to taste the sour milk for like the milk i am slowly,painfully, and tearfully awaiting my expiration date.
