I write to see my imagination, my imagination runs with no legs
The legs are like the heart to my spirit, My spirit is lost laying on the long road that i've walked and pray to never see again
Therefore I will never find myself while my weight sheds and my stress builds support to my head
My mind powers itself with thoughts I think would save me from living a life with no soul and happiness i wish to mend
My heart crumbles with emptiness like a hungry stomach or a balloon filled with just air
I look around and see that i'm the only apple on a tree that grows pears
Looking forward to a good day that may fill my life with despair, My eyes never sob like huge waterfalls because I know life isn't fair...