I'm dying inside. My soul inside is dimming Other entities ride me like a motorbike. Out and made an example of for all of mankind.No pride.
Crashing my soul into a brick wall. I have too much physical and mental pain To keep pretending with all of my strength Not to fall.
The dark people who bash you about like Raggedy Andy Deny their acts You feel untrusted and crazy. A "toy" that is sweet, to them, like "Candy."
I cannot prove my worth to deaf ears Nor blind eyes I pay my dues Who knows how to silence these fears? I want to run. No way to go. I wish to end it and fly into the Heavens No bravery to finish what my mother started. Am I lazy for needing to rest? Or am I destined to be the failed "dearly departed?"