Shadowyoshi022

I'm sorry, brother. I never meant to lie. I know there wont be another time, and recently, I'm not so fine. Coming up short, I don't know what to do. I try to try, but I can't even get that right. And the days go on. But the nights never gone. I never meant to bring you down, I wish things were different. And even knowing they never will be, I can't escape these dreams. I can't live in reality. And it's my own choice. I'm sorry Mother. I never wanted to disappoint. I wanted to be the one, but I guess the thirds not the charm. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of living. I'm tired of being tired. I just wish things were different. Hoping fo

Rotting inside and fading away. Awakening to a new day. Yet nothing changes, nothing moves, A melancholy drone, never to improve. Shoes on, out the door. Guess it's time to work some more. Struggle to sleep. Struggle to wake. More and more, I start to quake. Escaping in my dreams, yet is it really an escape? What exactly is the future I'm trying to shape...? Every day, I punch and fight. A tug of war, pulling with all my might. This constant anxiety inside my head. This empty space inside my bed, This growing pit inside of me. I try and try, just to be free, Stand high, move on. Even if I'm nothing, just a pawn. For These rooks, these knigh