Where i'm @ - The Room

My room is to big,
My room is to cold,
The house that I live in is defiantly old.

The floor is hardwood,
It echoes and creeks,
The double bed has to Much room in it’s sheets.

I can’t find a job,
I've looked everywhere,
The stress makes me want to just pull out my hair.

Love was an issue,
A blue sea of doubt,
But now I sit here in a sorrowful drought.

My friends are all gone,
And so is my pride,
I spend most my day all cooped up Inside.

I’m trying to get fit,
I’m trying to get well,
But I can’t fix my head and I’m trapped in my cell.

Maybe it’s all of you,
But I’m going crazy,
Some close friends I thought could not be this lazy.

I just want to vent to someone else rather,
Than my old sweet and supporting grandfather.

I don’t have a father to carry the burden.
And I still blame myself, for this I am certain.

I don’t know what I want,
I don’t know who I am,
The facade I make now i assume is a sham.

Time goes forward And so shall I,
Until I decide it’s my time to die.