You stumbled back into my life and it felt like old times.
Maybe the beginning was a little rocky but it was nice to see you smile.
But my life is like a scale, always weighing down to one side.
And now I’m left fearing my demise.
If I had one wish I would get my soul back.
And try to gain all the things I lack.
So in these passing days I’ll try to feel alive,
And try not to think about my lack of time.
I guess all I can do is live in the moment,
as I try to be a better poet.

Faces once friendly are making me question my hope.
Where am I going? Maybe I should let go.
But what am I letting go, if it’s mostly my life?
I can’t give up on myself but so many people bring strife.
I feel like I’m hanging on by a fibre of thread.
What’s happening in this chaos? What’s left of the mess?
Seldom people to trust and I guess I have to hide.
Maybe not everyone is wearing a disguise.
But I’m stuck in this trap and I might be starting to drown.
I guess I’ll just have to try to turn this disaster around.

Losing hope, I need to find my way home.
But what’s left without my soul?
Life can seem like I’m crawling out of a hellhole.
But I keep sinking down, into the pit.
Why should anyone live like this?
The masquerade never ceases to cause a storm.
My whole life is completely torn.
And my being is becoming so worn.
And I can’t seem to get rid of the thorn that’s stuck in my head forcing them to never give it a rest.
What’s left of the heart beating in my chest?
I don’t really feel like the real me, so why won’t they give it a rest?
So in these passing days, I’ll try not to get stuck in the rain.
As I keep trying not to lose this never ending game.
The fight is unfair and I’m slowly going insane.

Maybe I’m better off hiding in the shadows.
Who knew being a wallflower would amount to this losing battle?
Is there a chance to overcome?
I guess I’m not really numb.
But these thoughts are overrun.
At least I can still appreciate the rising sun.
But I fear to the rope I will succumb.
I just hope I don’t get stuck in the slums.

Disasters pushing me down a winding staircase.
I guess my life is always a test but it feels like a distorted race.
I can’t find the right place.
What’s left of my mind space?
I just want to leave in hopes of a new pace.
But I’m stuck on figuring where I could find a home.
Maybe this would be easier if I could find my soul.
I’m lost and I don’t know which direction to go.
My feelings have mostly left again, is it better than feeling woe?

The masquerade seems to get worse by the day.
When will the fuckery end? Isn’t there another way?
Their eyes are filled with hate.
I’m stuck in their grasp, if only I could escape.
They turned a once soft heart into a sociopathic mess.
I miss feeling of the heart beating in my chest.
And the way my eyes would smile when I was happy instead of depressed.
But all that’s left is the wreckage of my old self.
I’ve been trying to get myself back but it feels impossible so I tend to dwell.
So until I can think of a way to be myself.
I’ll hope I can be more than what I usually feel, a shell.

It seems i might have found myself.
But this heartache is making me weak.
But it feels nice to feel.
Will i ever find something real?
Or will i be stuck clicking my heels wondering when i'll find my way home?
I guess until i find my someday, i'll be left out in the pouring rain.