Change;

It's like everyday is becoming more and more of a challenge. Keeping my composure is starting to get extremely difficult. Change...well, for one, I'm not comfortable with the way things are turning out. I do not like how things are now, and I'd rather rip my fucking eyes out than continue with this.
It's extremely easy to think about it, but when actually talking about, is when the emotions start to pour out of me. Two sentences is all I can usually get through until the conversation gets interrupted. Nothing is a safe room for me anymore, my word trade is now cut off. No matter how many times I say "I love you" or "I miss you" things never change. First you don't want it, then when it happens, you want it to change back. Ha, funny how change works, huh?

I feel like it's been a hundred days on this deserted island called "my life". I'm looking out towards nothing but blue thinking "how the fuck did I get here?" The sun is beaming, but the night comes quick. What am I to do with all this dark? I feel like my own worst enemy. Counting the days until your ship finally sees me, and until then, I am stranded.

Another Day;

Another day, another sunrise, another day that I feel lost in my own mind. Another day with no plan, I am recklessly wandering since my life has began. Another day in black and white, another day is all I need, another day that kills me slowly, until that day I will proceed.

Another night that will go black, another night to hide my face, another night that all I long for the is the day when we embrace. Another night that I will sleep, another night I cannot see, another night that I will live through at a tolerable degree.

Another time this will make more sense, another time is coming soon, then will come another day and another night lit moon.