Just as confused as it shows.

Untouched skies.
Beautiful lies.
Wondering why.
Pondering sighs.
Relationship ties.
Loved ones die.
How do you get by?
Getting high.
You ask yourself why.
Why don't you just cry?
Tears are a reminder of why.
Every minute why you lie.
You take it out on your life.
One single moment at a time.
You ask yourself rhyme after rhyme.
Why don't you just fly.
Why don't you just cry.
Why don't you just die.
I'm just a useless waste of life.
Then you become shy?
Depression is an excuse or a lie.
I can do better but i don't try.
These writings are confusing like i am.
So confused the last line didn't even rhyme.
This life.
What a waste of time.

And the other lines,
Will never express how i feel inside.

Never.