These Thoughts

F*ck it, It's worthless,
Everybodys not what they seem on the surface,
I'm struggling in life but not chasing my purpose,
&& Being okay with that is what makes me nervous,
I'm lost and controlled every day by my past,
Feeling like every time I start to do good I CRASH,
Now I'm screaming F*CK LOVE cause that shit don't ever last,
It don't come quick but it disappears so fast,
My nose is red like Rudolph && my feet hurt like I'm Prancer,
Just to find out all along that drugs were not the answer,
But I still run back when I need to ease some pain because they help me through the struggle but they keep me in the game!!