Words, Words, Words

To feel awake to feel aware

To realize that I never cared

And now I’m standing where

I thought I’d be before despair

I really thought that I’d be proud

Of all I’d done, but only now

That I’m finished, I look around

I am a king, without a crown

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I just want it to be done

The planning, the scheming, if anyone

Could give me a path, could show the way

I guess I’ll fight another day

Oh the shame

Oh I’m bleeding

In my mind, thoughts not receding

Like they should, but instead

My brain dries up, shriveled

Dead