Life

You started to bleed, so you stop to breathe.

you sit through the smoke, and try not to choke.

The waters are deep, and that's why you cant sleep.

Your friends weren't there, and now your lost somewhere.

Dying of this heartache, its more than what you can take.

Life is getting so uptight, that's why you sit here and write.

About all the crap that's going on, and everything else that went wrong.

So your stuck in the middle, and you feel so little.

Looking for something to fathom, but cant, because life is to random.

Nothing and nobody, will stay in place for you.

So your constantly running, looking for something that's true.

I know you don't seek, to find your applaud.

But is it because what your really looking for...is God?

Written: Some time last year :)