Sometimes,
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that*  I am  still apart of this life.
In mine,  Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me  NOT  fine.
Chosen  to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine,  I see the  story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My  world  is unkind.
As  for this life
I used to fight,
and for I  never  shined.
So It's  FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my  **corrupted minds.

Thoughts will knock on the walls of my skull
in my mind divine, twisted, and dull.
They would tell me that I'm nothing, over and above that I'm useless is what it would call.
I would try to feel tall
but they would knock me down to make me feel so small.
I'd have had enough and began to fall, to were i felt
I didn't need a life at all.

My head and heart are a battle ground of love and hate. Sometimes i have to remind myself that my thoughts are just thoughts. I cant turn them off but i can call them useless. They are just the voices i hear and i as my own weapon, I can fire back at them by not listening. That really makes them angry. Got to keep fighting tho, i have to. I'm hoping one day they just disappear.

Never** risk your chances because it might just be the only chance you get.

I got a question,
When your fears come up on to the surface and you don't have the strength to over come them, what do you do?
I got a question,
When you're crawling through with one limb tide with two and that support looses you, who am I supposed to talk to?
Here's what I'm saying,
What really gets me is that it isn't up to you, to choose a life you'd want to choose.
Here's what I'm saying,
I'm tired of trying to get out of the blues,
I'm tired of running in these torn up, sad, and old shoes.