People say not to take anything for granted.
I become disenchanted, when things are not as I predicted.
Things I can control are so easy to direct.
There’s a sense of neglect, when others don’t act as expected.
It’s strange how I never seem to learn.
How I yearn, to hear from you again.
Thinking something will give.
Feels like I can’t live, unless I’m put out of this pain.
Full of uncertainty.
It would complete me, to have answers to my questions.
Eventually reality sets in.
Voices within, tell me not to expect any suggestions.
Time stands still. Suffocating my will.