Incomplete

Life's awkward most of the time now,
I am living like nothings happened and there's only today and I am going to make it count, the countdown begins for me to just explode into a bundle of Ashes when the fire die's out.
The question that haunts me, like an eternal neightmare is WHEN? when will I loose control of my self, when will  you come and rip me again, with your deathly or jaws,
or when will my past come to get me?

The shadows under my eye's are darker with every second, you may not see it, but I feel strange and Lost.
used and Incomplete.