My Side of the Story Vol. II

295.) Rhyme or Reason

There's a lot of maintenance to be done but no energy to do any of it. I honestly don't know how to do any of this shit. I'm so frustrated with all of the growing pains. It feels like there's always stormy weather in my brain. I cry so much that the tear drops look like rain drops out the clouds in the sky. I try to hide my tears because I don't want anyone to pry. But the tears keep falling anyway pretty much against my will. I don't know who gave my brain the license to kill. Turn the good brain cells bad, let my humanity curdle. But on the other end, my morale tries its best to keep me out of trouble. So what do I do, I'm tired of being nice. I'm so sick and tired I don't want to do life twice. I just want it to be over I just want it to be done. It seems like my life keeps going on with out any rhyme or reason.