Gone

My thoughts, I never realized how fast they can actually race.

Comparing two and two, while erasing emotion from my face.

Is this paper too large? Or is the ink just not enough?

I always thought that I could do anything I set my mind to,

but in the end it seems like there's only one thing to do.

Why I never act is beyond my own processing,

How can one be motivated if everyone else is so discouraging?

A piece in the rail that's so bent out of shape that it may just be better to

throw myself away all together.

If that's the case just consider me gone