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I am sick of looking over my life with tears of sadness
and failure, I commonly deal with setbacks.
that makes my goals shatter and never become reachable.
I failed to reach more goals than I have ever achieved.
It makes doubt often set in every situation.

Its hard to overcome, because I see this dream of mine going no where,
I don't see anything I have wrapped myself in taking off.
No signs of life, my creations are as empty as mars.
barren and lifeless, and really not going anywhere.
Its not a fault, Its a reality.
That sinks in deeper to my wounds of wasted time.
I wish to go and maybe find a different passion.
But it seems I am to human to do so.
I would much rather keep trudging in darkness till I see a light.
Than accept anyone to try and rescue me from this empty career choice.
It hasn't yet led me the spotlight, the only light I wish for.
Each day that passes I feel older.
I feel less fortunate to go about this.
But, no matter the feeling, I keep writing...
as if these words will get me somewhere.
as if these pages will land me a steady functional lifestyle.
more so than the two broken homes I seem to barley be apart of.

I feel as if I am on the verge of a mental collapse.
a breakdown, a life threatening one.
I am sick of not achieving
even half as much as half as much as half i wish
half as much I want my dream to half as much happen.
It slowly killing me, writing songs and lyrics.
that the world will not be able to hear.
because I cannot come up with the means to fund it.
Or material descent enough the world would want to listen too.