Eric Herrera

A distant memory in the eyes of our old self we can’t replace I never try to believe. There are times when I sit back and think about how high I’ve climbed just to be that, guy in the corner wishing I had someone next to me. I’ve lost my mind , many times I’m doing just fine, I am the crime I’ve cut,the chains, of my disparity Is it clarity I chase , is it the hurt I’ve felt as a young boy I try to replace. I can’t solve my problems with the madness I’ve tried , no one listens when anger fills my mind, like clouds cover the sky, I’m alone every time.