I remember when there was a guilt free way of living. When I decided not to take this life so personally. I recall a time where I woke up with a clear conscience. I can still see the same sky, with the same eyes and perception. Nothing seems to be recognizable in my mind. I remember when I had no weight on my shoulders. I think back to existing, to living, to caring. Now, at a time where love doesn’t live here anymore. Now, when all the leaves have long fallen. The trees withering under the blinding sun. The grass has dried up and gone. I have no purpose here. I have no reason. This seems to be what makes the most sense. Why should i care? Why should i continue to TRY. Why would I bother to fix what’s so easily broken, just to replay this broken record. I will be your scapegoat. I will be your punching bag. Stab me…insult me…judge me… While there isn’t much more i can take. I think too much, i am the epitome of over analyzing. I worry too much. My mind always getting the best of me. The lying, the cheating, the stories and false accusations. Why is this world of mine one worth saving? Why not just wipe the slate clean and start over? Obstacle after obstacle as if they were placed on a treadmill. And you think i wouldn’t get sick of it? Once and awhile the song playing in my life will skip. But only for a moment. Just enough time to think change is on its way. As usual, This assumption is proven false. I need to run. I need to go. Just pack my bags and run away. A change of scenery. A change of everything.