I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love with the wrong person.

I usually only post when I’m having a bad day. But today I’m having a great day.

I messed up again.

Stress and Lifeless Creations

I never much considered myself a quitter.
But as I kiss my days goodbye
And as I have watched my youth
Pass by my eyes
While they were closed,
I have quit.
I quit.

Sick of being stressed,
And stressed because of stress,
I am a wanderer.
A traveler of time
While time quickly ticks
In front of all of our eyes.
But wait.
There has to be more
Than just selling our souls
For this world’s taking.
I don’t care
how much money I’m not making,
Because what matters
is making my soul worth not taking.
Let me prove to you
How useful I can be.
To tell you the truth,
I don’t want much.
Only to be free.
These chains that are my companions,
Leave me weak
While this world abandons
Every decent thought
Of what being alive might truly mean.

This depression is not a trend,
And maybe it is a cry for help.
To be completely honest,
I couldn’t care less about
you caring less and less,
And less.
With depression
Came open eyes
And a clouded mind.
They said “it’s just a season of change.”
I beg to differ, Mr. Preacher.
You’re very friendly,
But I didn’t ask you to heal me,
Because, quite frankly, I don’t believe that I’m worth healing.
Healing is for the sick
And I am not ill,
Just maybe a little confused
On the definition of free will,
And why it was given to us
In the first place.
I was set up for failure
By the divine creator,
Just so I would seek what is right.
This is apart of your master plan,
So make me whole.
And give me life,
Because the life that I have
does not satisfy.

Save me, before I lose it.
But it’s too late,
I’ve already lost it.