Max D. Hornbogen (Sept 17th 1989 / Marquette, MI)
Left Me With Nothing
Left me with nothing, you are the part of me that kills me every time.
You see your own self standing out to the ledge, waiting for something to happen?
Well I have nothing for you or me, take what you must but leave me alone.
Don't see what's ahead of me, someone has the taken the wheel for me?
Let me be the one to tell you that everything is not ok, I am sick and tired of always telling you everything. Feels like I am always chained to something?
Put me in a place where I can be with me, somewhere I can think out loud.
I can't contain my voice in anymore.
I need some room to breath, so let me be for while…I wish you were there to talk to me.
I know you are a phone call, but it seems you have better things to do then to talk to me.
So many thoughts that dwell within me, but all I can do is to put them into lines.
Sometimes I feel like I am at war with myself, just want some things to end?
April 25th 2012
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