I am disappointed in myself for when the whistle blew I hesitated, and when it was through I stood belated.
Too many worries have gathered together clogging the drain pipes like a wad of hair.
Who would of thought that this was how it was going to be? I was supposed to be a famous rock star by 23.
Talking and planning and crying and waiting. Today might be the day I live to die alone.
Give me time to knot frayed ends that will surely unravel if not properly stopped.