Death has sought me since the first day of birth.
Still trying to figure what I am worth.
Life has seemed to be my curse.
Played and frayed, which one is worse?
My life is fucked and some may know
that life to me is getting slow.
Im here and so bad want to go
back to the place that I call home.
A diseased mind that cannot find
a reason to be so defined.
Why do I hear Im one of a kind?
Im a shattered soul with a shattered mind.
My heart is tired as are my eyes.
My hands stretched out torward the skies.
My screams are yelled at silent whys.
My heart is close to all goodbyes.
