...ok so

feelin like..
i said too much..
enough is enogh
the heart is not as tough
as it use to be
holding on to whats left of me..
trying to see whats real..
concealin
dealing
myself a bad hand
wish i had a hunit grand
a hint into whats really real
not sayin its a raw deal
my choice it was to reveal
but stiiiillllllll....
i feel..
too much
think too much
nothing seems enough..
consistisy is outta touch..
reaching for thing that
only exisit in fantasy..
fantasy..
seems to be
my only reality...
escape from casualties....