sick

[lost to be found]

I am sick...
Sick of the time spent worrying, about the days of my past. Oh how I miss that time, how I acted and how it was perfect. Now I am left with memories. With no one to care, about my actions or my pride. Now I must live day by day doing whatever and whenever. No one can say that I cant do that. Cause I have no other half. Maybe I am sick from that. I am not complete, broken apart and roaming around looking...

[machinery]

This is strong. I really like this. This is simplistic, yet still coded...It's all out here..not really structured or poetic, just feelings escaping out your mind, out your hand onto paper...that's what I like about it...the raw "umph" from inside....You should try to elaborate on this....I really like this..it stung me.