Inadequate

I'm lost in translation and I can't shake off this feeling. Things are gone and you can't get them back. The truth stings, but what if the truth was a lie. It's out there you know it but you can't grasp it, you just can't grasp it. Helplessness taunts and empties, fists clench and unclench and leave fingernail prints on your palms. Days I want to just phwoar at people. I want to do those I want to achieve I want to know I want to understand. But what if the heavens doesn't give it to you. What I do not give you you cannot take. This word's a reminder. It keeps ringing and churning. Taunting and turning. Calling and haunting.

Inadequate.