Submittance

im sitting here and its past mid night
regretting ever little thing that happened in life
you cant take back the hands of time
the situations fit the crime
you got to move on
but moving is hard
since you concede your self to living in the dark
ive got no reason to be happy, or sad
i live my days always mad
mad at what? i don’t fucking know
i think sometimes its all for show
you have to feel something deep inside
so why not get pissed? its not easy to hide
then people will think your real,
people will think you feel
when your empty inside like a void
like the quick pick snap of a Polaroid
its a moment stuck in time
like the feelings inside..
im sitting here and its past mid night,
trying to make sense of my life
how did i get here? where do i go
its like the three legged race at a one man show
odd one out’s all ill ever be
because i make myself, gladly
i think in some perverse way,
i make myself miserable every day
some form of punishment
i submit on myself
and i don’t even know why
i think i need help