contemplating missary
dreary nights pass before me
i lay in a bed of flowers
i feel a nuisance to everyone
as Ive wonder what i ve done wrong
i think of nothing sever
my heart pounding in my chest
racing as i contemplate
my head spins in horrid circles and my stumic ties in knots
wind rustling through my flowers
i relax and concentrate
no help is received
the only things i see is wut is wrong
all my problems lie with my loved ones
i miss them dearly