Colonial, don't try to make poems. Type how you feel, and let your min float. You're trying so hard, they sound like stories.
Lost in darkness the string will guide me in the maze of my mind. Fazed or unfazed, the haze has cleared. But the darkness remains. Who am I? What have I done Trapped in a labyrinth of eternal darkness that is me?
Then again, disregard any thing I said. Everyone has their own style to express. What is today's purpose if not to be tomorrow? Keep looking for which has not been found, and you shall find which has. Peace of mind.
We are human, We all make mistakes, And say stuff we don't mean, Making mistakes is what we do, It's how we fix then that counts.
Some times I wonder... Do we ever feel for other people? We leave them in the dark with the rest Just like junk in the trash You gotta care, People live lives just like you We only live for a while So don't run People need help...