Pause.

Drift

Words tend to escape me.

My mind it tends to drift,

                                            far far

                                                        away into

                                                                              some unknown

                                                                                                                 abyss.

My life is a well of secrets.

I'm not sorry you will never know.

I don't wish my life on anyone, least the ones I love.

I don't start my stories with things like:

                                                                     Once Upon a Time,

                                                                     or empty sentiments with like wishings and such.

I don't dream of being famous.

I never saw myself as important,

                                                          I am just another cog in the machine, we keep on calling life.

I'm not sad it's just who I have always been.

See the thing about me is,

               I can't help the way I am.

                                I take life to seriously.                 I have trouble fitting in.

                                                              I don't mind it much.

                              I always laugh at the wrong things.            My mind is never at rest.

                             I don't blame others, hell I'd rather blame it all on my instead.

                                                          So I get it. I understand. Don't bother saying I don't.

I came from the addicts, the clinically depressed, the OCD, the ADHD, and the anxiety sufferers.

And people wonder why I get called fucked up on the daily.

I don't mind it.                           Everyone has there own problems.

Everyone is worried over something.

                                                                                                                              I am not THAT different...

                                                                                                                                                                          am I?

Nah. What am I saying?!

I mean most people deal with truence problems because their ride is to hungover to take them.

Don't they? Wait what. You're kidding.

You mean your Mom and brothers are clentically depressed adicts with anger issuses too!

I know  I'm not alone. Fuck it I don't think I will ever be. But dang sometimes

                                                                                                                                        we all just have to let go

So if one day you are on the edge and want to let go?

                                                                                                   Don't.

                                                                                                                  Not yet at least.

Look back.

Think of all the reasons to stay,

                                                 All the things you will miss.

                                                                                      Everyone who will miss you.

                                                                                                                                      Do you still want to go?

Some times having someone to listen is all you need.

                                                                                  Well, that and a cup of tea.