I lay with melancholy,
A emotion that is dark and unholy
Leaving you with a sense of dread
Almost wishing that you were dead.
It doesn't matter how hard you try
It seems you can't find the light
No matter what you do,
You always find yourself in the dead of night
You look in the mirror again,
Tears streaking your face,
Why cant i make amends
Instead of always having this chase
You play hard to get,
But you play to well,
You get forceful,
Only to beat yourself down.
You look at your past,
Your forced to see what you did
Like a knife to the heart,
Twisting and grinding.
You beg for mercy,
only to be denied by yourself
You beg for forgiveness,
Only to be beat down.
Don't you see.
This all starts with you.
As it must end the same.
Until you contend with yourself.
You shan't begin to contend with others.
Lest you be beat down twice.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
I lay with melancholy,
A emotion that is dark and unholy
Leaving you with a sense of dread
Almost wishing that you were dead.
It doesn't matter how hard you try
It seems you can't find the light
No matter what you do,
You always find yourself in the dead of night
You look in the mirror again,
Tears streaking your face,
Why cant i make amends
Instead of always having this chase
You play hard to get,
But you play to well,
You get forceful,
Only to beat yourself down.
You look at your past,
Your forced to see what you did
Like a knife to the heart,
Twisting and grinding.
You beg for mercy,
only to be denied by yourself
You beg for forgiveness,
Only to be beat down.
Don't you see.
This all starts with you.
As it must end the same.
Until you contend with yourself.
You shan't begin to contend with others.
Lest you be beat down twice.
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