The weight of it came out of nowhere. 
Steam rolling over me, no direction & no care.
Not a worry about the damage that would be done to me.
I just want to know that i’m loved, but that may be too much for life to provide for me. 

Quality time was just a mask for quality lies.
I’m the playstation controller one plays with. 
Nobody cares to come save him, 
the bare and shattered David.

My confidence had left me over a year ago. 
My spirit is still tearing though. 
My depression is wearing away at my weary soul.   
I wear my heart on my sleeve and the shit was knocked to the floor.

I guess this is the karmic sentence i had to serve.
Probably as well as any destruction a human could possibly deserve.  
Laughed at because i was coming up last.
But thats the story of my life tbh…
For a minute my faith was shaky at best. 

I smile through the sad, cry through the mad and only can pray for some happy. 
I hope the angels take over the battle that’s happening.