I cant keep a rhyme.
You started slipping out of my mind.
All of a sudden I fight with myself.
The monsters that I kept for so long are slaying me at their best.
I know Im at my weakest.
Forgive me for keeping my self control at the lowest.
I realized, in life you have to pick your stick.
You either drive hard while let life kick.
Or kick it while your down, with your body on the ground.
You were once my inspiration.
I used to fight and kick back while life takes it turns.
But when you left, the pain became unbearable.
I was crawling to the ground begging for help and affection.
Two years of that and I turn into a *******.
I havent felt pain, love nor joy.
Thanks to you Im as numb as a plastic toy.