turn me around
because i really cannot do this again
sitting by myself
allows me to dig
at myself
thats all im good for at the moment
trying to figure out the hows and whys
all i can really think is
why not?
what if? ?
how come?
i shouldnt sit around feeling sorry for myself
but what if the only thing i want to do
is just to sit around and feel sorry for myself?
who said that i cant wallow
in the self pity?
why do i have to keep that smile on my face
through thick and thin
and pretend that everything is perfectly fine?
my family wonders how im doing
my friends want to know where i am
if its any good
i smile
tell them the usual
the truth is that this isnt what i was expecting
this real world that ive been thrown in to
is far too real
the best days of my life never existed
im just on the slow train to nowhere
and its stopping at every single station
monday
tuesday
wednesday
thursday
friday
saturday
sunday
january
febuary
march
…
..
.
it just goes on
