Breakfast in hell.

I have to accept i am a piece of hell mKing

Ideas soften inside and roughen my skin

Blending my takes i try

I fail

I wonder whose fault it is

Someones else living my dreams

Every.

Single.

One.

In everything

I do not have the upper hand in the things i create

The things i make

Mine

Part of me my body my mind

Are not really mine

And i have theemptiness of the eggs beans and mushrooms to prove it

I hurt

Very much

I try

I fail 

I push it breaks

They are not my friend

They are not interested

In me

For i am a piece of hell 

In my familys life.