(M)istak(e)s.

I am tired of writing
talking about me
but there are problems still
and much more on the going
mistakes over mistakes
I am made of it all
and when the rain falls
but not of stone
I follow the line
I do as they say
it is not enough
I lost myself
I am out of my mind
I am said and done
just want to leave and never come back here
to build another ground to stand my feet
all the bide is gone
I disguised myself
I guess I am better off alone
the struggle is my own only
what I crave is not real.
the moon does not shows tonight.
the sky within and outter is dark.
my heart is as black as dawn.