try?

I thought i knew poetry, i thought  knew rhymes.
I thought i knew imagery, i thought i knew time.

I Believed i had heart
I believed in my self.

Back then i had so much passion, so much to give.
But now its so hard just to live.

The things that happen every day.
The way people act in every way.

I can't stand who im becoming
I can't stand who i've become.

when will i just be fucking done.
When will it all just go away

When can this life just finally say.
Pack your shit and go away.