Old Guards, New Methods

I've spent my life growing up and helping others. I've always been the one to extend my arms with open hands. Have been the one to lend a shoulder for friends and family to cry on. I've been the one that cares for others when everyone else turns their heads. When is it my time to receive the open hands? When is it my time to have a shoulder to rest my weary head on? I've grown into something the mirror doesn't see anymore. I'm not the same person I once used to be. If myself ran into the person I used to be. We would be strangers; we wouldn't even acknowledge one another. I've lost interest in humanity. I've lost the love and strength I used to surround myself with. I'm on a new road.... I'm back on the road your heart will always be able to take you back home. The road you've scraped your knee's & elbows on; trying to get away from. It's Fall of 2009. I'm on the road to find and better myself. I've had my new skin fitted over these organs and tissues. I can finally say I'm happy. I can't wait for our sick humanity who don't appreciate life to finally fail. I can't wait to watch you mother fuckers sink.