I have to admit.

How depression has let me feel down. 

That I am not only this constant embarrassment that wants to curl up and die. 

What's so called normal has not made any comforting sense to me. 

The run for the hills notion never really loses sight of the smell of the forest. 

This sailing family is still the watchman of the sea and ferry the dead willingly . 

I must admit no admiral am I. 
No idealist pie in the sky. 

Nothing imprisoned the mind better than fantasy family blood lines. 

Vampires vanquish day eighty years from the time of awakening death. 

There's plenty of what's not happened yet. 

And I admit that its truly horrible how it goes round about and how you can't get out till the vessel passes. 

How it can feel cruel and unusual, or cruel as usual. 

The bites of unprecedented 

Huh a foot note. 
Fuck this mess a dominant scribble. 

I know who's to blame and can't prove it or make them stop. 

How come the  universal soldiers who have fought and do not surrender themselves are  suffering, why does every thing come at a cost, the empty pockets of all gone. 

The embarrassing part of the answer is your not worthy. 

Depressed within the awkward moods and rushing the admission process. 

Tickets please, let me and those like me.... Understand I've unboarded my eyes and long towards vanishing from here. 

Let me out let me out 
I admit who I am. 

Everything I love and hate, sit and debate, hesitate and contemplate, constantly hate parts of me. 

And the other part of me works on the puzzle, finds the pieces that fit and yells please don't quit.