[insert deep&relevant title here]

I am lost, I just want to find my way out
My soul is black, to be enlightened
My body is tiny, to let go of ego
My mind feeds on drugs, leaving it open
My words are soft spoken, to always be humble
My compassion is weakness, a test for peace
I became selfish, to learn to be selfless
I was a follower, to rebel and be my own leader
I was denied my deathwish, to stop trying to die
I got everything I wanted to be happy, and threw it away
I thought I was free, instead imprisoned by me
I always looked for something better, to only receive worse
I was never content, now I have no choice
I never gave a fuck, to learn to give a shit
I stepped on a path of self destruction, to actually reach my destination
I suffered, to experience realization
I still suffer, otherwise I wouldn't learn anything
If I could relive my life and avoid the self inflicted battles I've fought,
I wouldn't trade the light for the great depths I've gone
Suffering is life. Overcoming is dark illuminating light
Beauty is chaos, my peace of mind
Or is this denial for wasted time
Do I change or live with what I'm seeing
I don't know what I'm believing
This write was a complete waste of time
Just my dead end way of thinking with words that rhyme
So I guess I'll try to save this with an irrelevant meaning
Deep underground is where I bury my unexpressed feelings.