Innocence of my youth is no excuse for today

Recover my thoughts and breath slowly, I told my self this more then once today. I can't cry nor love like I did before. I am the same as before - I am not the person I want to be. I am bound to the floor - a refuge from my past. Our eyes prolonged the emptiness that will always remain.

God I ask for help, I ask to be saved.

I assume the life of a thoughtless man, born a little too late. Summer has left me with pain, its my role to hurt even more then she does.

FUCKED.