As I sit in a pool of my failures I wonder where did I go wrong. Countless attempts to get out of the gutter, seemed to pull me deeper into an extremely dark abyss. Tears of emotions of disappointments and whys, I thought I was living life the right way, by doing right.
Doing right but treated wrong by those doing wrong yet still doing right ignoring the wrongs of others.
Painting a picture of light but it seems the painter was colorblind to the choosing of color.
Blinded thinking I was painting this big bright sun, when it was finally revealed to my sight, I painted a dark whole.
It sucked away my encouragement and dreams.
Things I didn’t realize where up for grabs and felt like my soul was sold.
I can’t see, I can’t see.
Like someone poured alcohol in my eyes, I can’t see, the pain is unbearable I can’t breathe.
My lungs go out and my heart stopped beating.
Or was it that my heart stopped beating, my lungs went out and I couldn’t breathe, someone blinded me with fabrication of what I was doing so I did not see. I can’t see, I can’t see.
It’s a shame when your dreams just end up being memories.
-B
Lost In My Pen 