Author Information
Derailed
I have no friends;
I live in a box of
puzzles and secrets
I fight a war with myself
trying to win but its always
a stalemate
I try to be productive
but always question
"whats the point"?
My thoughts derail
me like a train
and its such a catastrophe
that is hard to get going again
Would just rather like lie there like a
dead body and never get up
