I walk with worry filled with stress.
I create everything good and turn it to chaos.
I hold my pain and never let go.
I am to scared of all of it.
I do everything wrong.
I want to cover my face forever.
I can't breath when I am alone.
How long do I have to wait?
I just want to be me again.
I want to know how to take it all away.
How long will I be picking up these pieces?
How long will I be picking up my heart?
It just gets harder, but the truth is;
I'm the lair
I'm a dream
I'm no reality
I'm just anger
I'm always the hated
I'm the hidden
I'm the joke
I'm a fake
I'm the scared
I'm the weak
I'm the laughed at
I'm the air out the window.
I'm the reflection in the mirror.
I'm the voice in my head.
I'm the darkness under the bed.
I'm the monster up the stairs.
I'm the emptiness in your closet.
I'm the answer to the riddle.
I'm what you fear.
Knowing this it's still in my blood.
My words won't change the sinned.
Just listen and you will hear me.
You see that tear falling down my face.
And maybe you will feel my sadness.
And maybe you will feel what I feel.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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