The Voices Inside my Head!!!!

Desperate Times

Desperate times cause for desperate measures.

You hear it all the time,

Everyday,

Everywhere you go.

People just trying to survive any which way they can.

They sell their bodies,

They sell their minds,

They will even sell their souls.

Its a cold, cruel world with not much left to live for,

Too much to search for but not enough of reason to keep fighting, at least not to me.

I wont lie its official i have only a month until it all comes to light.

Where will i go,

What will i do with myself?

I cant stay forver... i also have no outsources about me sometimes i feel like a goldfish in a bowl.

I'll constantly swim in a circle but never be anywhere then where i am,
Ill know the same fishes,
The same castle and rocks,
The same glass wall i stare through everyday.

It never ends.

Desperate times cause for deperate measures if that what it means.

Im not extreme enough to sell anything more then what i already have but the rest will fall on its own.

I have considered it but using my head is an option and i dont just mean that to be nice.

Maybe i can play off the disturbed mess i already am...

Ill haye myself for what i do but damn it...
Ill get nowhere if i dont.

This is the world, man.

This is reality coming to light,

This is life.

And if it means driving a hard bargain to put bread on the table,
To make something happen that isnt gonna hurt or kill me,

I'll take whatever happiness i can.

I'll sell whatever i need to get somewhere besides this place i already am in.