Wondering,
When everything will feel okay,
And I don't feel so numb my brain,
Why don't I call out,
And cry my heart out,
I'm not sure I can do much better,
I just don't usually get what's going on,
Maybe you I sold it short,
And here I am crying about my worth,
Deep inside my head trying to sort it out,
Worried about how the pulse in my throat with not go,
Tempted to chase it out of me and wonder just quite where it gets me,
All too disappointed that the light with end,
And for some reason over joyed for the darkness to come.
-Joshua Banks JJAJ