Saturday, February 20, 2010

Work hard - get nothing.

I need to be fixed. 
Everyday a new reason comes around
to just chip another bit of me away. 

I thought I'd be all patched up
But nothings ever as planned. 

It's not a sick mind,
But my surroundings-
They keep me confined in this room
Reminding me I have this blank page so far. 

Every mans nightmare.
to be a lonely failure.

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