Conflicted

Conflicted

4/19/12

Don’t know,

Which way to go.

It’s either this or that

Way but deciding is my problem.

I can’t make out

Which is the most important

Priorities so screwed up in my head

I just can’t figure out what I need to do.

Yelled at

And that makes

Things worse, makes the

Situation more complicated.

Starts small

But then grows

And grows until everything

Is just so out of control, out of my hands.

I didn’t

Intend for it

To be this way but

I just feel so conflicted.

When living

Is a hard thing to do

And dying seems the greatest reward

It doesn’t make sense to give me the means.

Short,

Then longer

Are our conversations

Then so long it doesn’t even makes sense as to how we got to where we are right now.

But you don’t

Even care the next day.

It is all just another brick in

My tomb, another piece of fortification.