I am at a loss,
I cannot explain what is going on in this head of mine,
I am sick and tired of my Boss,
The Lord and almighty,
People looking in say I am doing just fine,
But in reality,
I am a tornado,
Constantly spinning out of control,
One second bright and happy,
The next reckless and endangering everyone I know and once knew...
What a pathetic being I have become...
What a pathetic life I have sewn...
I keep thinking to myself,
When is it all gonna end,
When is it all gonna die,
But day to day I know there are people worst off,
And perhaps that is the one thing that keeps me going,
Day to day,
Night to night,
Morning to morning...
But then again,
We all die sometime,
When is it all gonna die....
When am I going to die.

 
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