the only fate is the fate you make.



barry. 22. chicago.
poppunk. hardcore.

1.

Whatever I do, It doesn’t work

Whether I plead, yell, whisper, 

Or threaten, It Dies Everytime

As if the butterfly effect has 

been proven in my life, Why?

To whom do I owe this pleasure to

I ask.

My love can never be measured

For it would leave me lifeless and defeated

Because the hurt is too great to define

I will go to sleep

But not to rest, but to search and hopefully

Find what I Urn for.

I look for peace, I look for understanding.

I search for answers, I search for bliss.

I urn for happiness, I wish for the past.