20 Something Years

I fought as I thought, but never caught what was needed.
Pretentiously wrong, I lost when I thought I succeeded.
It’s all that I was for.
A minute silence for all I lost.
Another page full of jaded hopes.
Woah…
I’ve found a place to hold
but its so cold I can barely feel it.
Has this story come too far, far from the end?
I’m losing colors from going on and on and on
I don’t want to hear a word.
Woah. Woah.
Still losing sleep, give me closure I’m dying.
Done counting sheep, to say I don’t care would be lying.
Why must I always want more?