Free

Something I wrote awhile back

im stuck looking at my hand
that has been dealt by the mind
stuck behind enemy lines
im looking for the signs
but cant seem to find the right times
to take me down the pathways
that return me back to the lights
that brighten the life of ease
life without regrets
is easier said then done
but the pains
get stronger as the days carry on
lost like a wayward son
forever stuck as a pawn
in other peoples dirty games
always helping but never recieveing the thanks
i feel like the giving tree
always giving and living
as im down trying to help
till they leave me as
fragments of what i used to be
im going to come back fuck becoming the force
twice the man I was twice the Fuck you
Fuck the bullshit you put me through
i dont need the stress you place
on my pshcye you've turned me into what i am now
I do say thanks for the mentality you have given me
because i dont care anymore about what once
was important is really insignificant
I no longer fear death
it's just the sharp teeth
we are left haning on like a christmas wreath in july
swimming in the sea
so thoughtless and carefree