well

trying to figure
waiting, is always the hardest part
trying to grow up
make things the way i want them
but i can't figure it out
i try to hard
not enough
think it through but not quite
fuck
its cold as shit outside,
i think i read too well
i just can't get past
writers block.
i'm out of images, i keep spitting words
thought
eat my brains, you zombie
they are turning to mush anyways