Abound with darkness and overwhelming despair
Demons are conquering this battlefield in a war unfair
Silently suffering my inevitable defeat,
Attempting to reach God but He's predicatably out of reach
I cry out to Him to rid me of these struggles
Solemnly I plead to be released of these troubles,
But again to my dismay I'm left standing alone
To fight this journey and continue on this unsettling road
Defeated by darkness in a world gone array,
I'm fighting for answers as to why I should stay
Lost and confused and filled with no hope for change
My soul caves in to the darkness that it craves
It is no longer a question of what must be done
Wiping away tears I reach for my gun
My heart's beating louder with each bullet I load
It's time to pull the trigger and release my soul
My final thoughts rush and fill up my mind
What happens after death is an answer I can't seem to find
Slowly pulling the trigger, I take one last breath
And suddenly I'm released unto my untimely death
Where my soul has wandered no one quite seems to know, as I travel alone in a world unknown

Coveting the day I can crawl out of my skin
To be another person is what I crave within
Maybe a movie star or a famous designer
Nothing in this world could be any finer
People say everyone has their own special talent
But I can't seem to find mine, which has me off balance
Constantly growing tiresome of life's endless games
My motivation for growth has gone up in flames
Back and forth I pace trying to find my destination
But with each step I take there's a growing hesitation
What if this is just another failed attempt
I know life is filled with struggles, but to what extent?
It seems, you would think, education would get you ahead
But why am I the one stuck with nothing but dread?
Student loans growing and no career in sight
How do I find my way out of this never-ending plight?
What do I do now?  How do I proceed?
How can I grow?  How do I succeed?
I wish there was a formula made just for success
Maybe I can test it and relieve myself from this distress
Or maybe a formula that can cure me of being me
I ask myself all the time "Am I even able to succeed?"
The solution it seems, remains to be unseen.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
How do I face up to all that went wrong?
When I look in that reflection I don't like what I see
Nothing but blackness and emptiness stares back at me
What am I worth, if I'm worth anything at all?
Who can I look to, who can I call?
I posses no strength left in me to continue on with this fight
My life is a curse saturated with nothing but failure and strife
Constantly fighting and struggling every day
To find where I belong and to find my own way
Mirror, mirror on the wall, is there a place in the world for me?
If so, how do I find it to set me free
It seems as though I have no talents to merely impress
It seems that what I fear most is indeed a reality
It seems failure is certainly in my destiny,
It seems, mirror, mirror, I'm just immune to success, for I can't find my way out of this life long game of chess