Fate in Reality

Another day, same way.
Things need to be done, but all I do is lay.
No need to try, Id rather stay in my bed and die.
Ive tried so hard already, no need to cry.
While many are fortunate enough to have there pie and eat it too.
I am alone each day feeling so sad and blue.
Life is simple someone once said.
I dont even know if people will even care when I am dead.
Pieces in my heart are torn, someone must of read.
Its better to die by your own hands, rather than by a gun full of lead.
Im trying to be stable.
But its hard trying to be when your not even able.
Love is the most important word to me.
But its the only word I never see.
Time constraints in a childs head full of blanks.
I dont even care anymore so why should I even think.
Oh brothers and sister in all.
I did love you, even my mother.
Although none of them cares to call.
Life is hard.
Especially when your scarred.
Torn up to pieces even when you put up your guard.
To protect you thinking possibly that your destiny
Lies deep within a fuckin tarot card.
When Im bored I write.
To keep away demons I constantly must fight..
And try to feel my head with light and my loley mind with sight.
This one 28 year old woman who Id rather date.
Than try and tell me that I should smile.
When I am too hungry like the crocodile.
When Im lonely. and treated constantly like a child.
By this 28 year old woman who Id rather date.
I dont want to wait and I surely would not be late.
If she said yes to my date.
I dont care what we do. Matter of fact.
Lets just go and skate!
Im tired of feeling hate.
For this woman of 28.
Who could make me become great.
I guess to know Ill just stick around and wait.
But it may grow to be too late.
For this fate in reality is my eternal state.