it’s almost never ending yet I know it will come to an end if its tangible it’s temporary yet I can never seem to mend no matter how many nights I spend with liquid pleas running down my cheeks trying to inspire myself to be one that gets up & seeks Yet I am lost in the middle Life to me is just a complex riddle. Times running out and I’m getting older yet I gain no value when my life fits into a folder all my days are caged All my smiles are staged All my misery is contained yet it escapes sometimes Hitting me as a strong wind hits its chimes
My sadness is unbearable yet I’ve not committed a crime Why am I sentenced to fade into my blues until the end of time?
very raw and unedited yet life has been overwhelmingly closed to me & this is what I came up with to convey and escape. Hope you like it.