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Why do you think I even know where to begin?
By asking everything it doesn't mean you know how its going to end.
Just let this begin.
You can't know everything even if this test never ends.
I'm sick of everything having to be defined.
Every person being labeled and classified.
No ones ever left behind.
In this game of shards that will never end.
It just doesnt feel right.
I still feel like I'm bleeding inside.
It never stops.
It only drops from the inside of my mind.
And I never stop the hide.
"I'm fine" I say "life is great".
I'm almost full of hate.
I'm in this bind.
That is mine.
And a never untwined life at every time.
Whats the point of me living this life in so much of a bind?
Everyone has my life so far defined.
Or is it all in my mind?
I guess I lost my sight.
Of the fight.
That was never bright enough for my sight.