Broken Glass

I would not say I have paths to choose from,
I would not say I have control over anything in sight,
I would say no advise to a person in love,
I would say not a word to the shadows that haunt me at night.

I know for sure a few things,
none of them are pretty,
nothing I knew is true anymore,
it's all just pathetic little cries for help.

Dreams shatter,
lives pass you by each day,
never to see the closing end or the light of day...
never to meet again.

Minds play games,
voices hide in between the decay,
contradicting at the same level of gravity as always,
torturing even more and more each day.

Indecisive,
the most discrete adjective I posses.
Quality?...I think not.
Maybe disadvantage?...Or maybe something simply in between?

I wish I just knew where my life is leading,
and where it all is meant to end.
Seems like the world has given up on me,
seems like I regret everything I have ever done...

Silent little boys don't help my state of mind,
shy little boys don't make me cry,
I just wish I understood the silence...the endless silence...
I just wish they gave me the things I want as the spoiled little brat I am.

Ohh dreams! How they shatter!
Ohh love! How it was meant to be crushed!
Nothing is fair anymore,
nothing will ever be clean again.