Happy was my vocabulary now it exists as a myth an accent of a life once lived no power brings it back we sit in silence deep in depression a rock slowing sinking deeper and deeper empty hellos and sad goodbyes bad breakups and tired hearts a reality of a lonely soul attempts to pull oneself out just pushes them deeper like quick sand
With no possibilities of escape of hope of love and freedom we drift aimlessly over an empty white sheet of paper hopeless, escape-less. loveless, freedom-less
Our future Our Destiny No longer in our hands but in theirs we know who they are but they can not see themselves for what they are a journey to discover