IT ?

where is the switch to flick…

the bell to ring…

the rope to pull …

the gong to bong….  ( hehehe i said bong )

the letter to mail…

the note to put in the bottle and toss out to sea…

WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?

Is it a door that has to be opened…

is it a book that has to be read…

a song to be sung…

a song to be heard …. ( I suck at singing )

a deed to be done?

WHAT THE FUCK IS IT ?

It can’t be that hard, is it something simple….

stopping to smell the roses…

holding a baby…

an easy laugh…

a skip of the heart …

HOW HARD CAN THIS FUCKING BE?

is it wisdon…

humor…

joy …

or sadness

WHAT THE FUCK DO I NEED TO BE ?

 IT’S TRYING TO KILL ME , I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON ANYMORE. HOW MUCH LONGER WILL I BE ABLE TO PULL OFF THE NORMAL ME ? I KNOW THEY SEE THE CRACKS …I KNOW THAT THEY SEE THE CRACKS MORE AND MORE IN MY BEHAVIOR…NOTHING IS SATISFYNG ENOUGH ANYMORE.

no drunk is drunk enough…

no laugh is really funny…

the high times are becoming low…

I sit alone in a room full of people…

WHY?