Crazy

Here I sit trying to compose, in my composition composing prose.

All I know is the Lord knows, my mind and heart I can't compose.

I can no longer sit and take it, no longer can I smile and fake it.

Tried to fake it 'till I make it, who am I faking, I just can't take it.

This isn't the life for me, no future is bright for me.

If happiness is not be be, praying Death will come for me.

She loves me, she loves me not.  She remember? Or has she forgot.

Forgot our future and all we want.  

She loved me then, but now its not.

I feel like I'm going crazy, vision blurred....kind of hazy.

Why do I feel as if you all hate me?  Is it me?

Or have I gone crazy?

01/28/2012

Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe