As the pain hits,
My vision gets blurry.
I’m on my way,
I don’t get what’s the hurry.
My body is hot,
Rage is brewing,
I’m all alone,
Sitting and stewing.
What do I do when I cannot see?
As I feel my blood start to boil;
How do I break these chains to be free?
I am the shot and recoil.
Where did I get all of this rage?
Some say it might be grief;
Invisible bars are on my cage,
This pain is beyond relief.
I want to smash your face,
Sometimes it’s too much to bear.
I’m just trying to find my place,
If I died would anyone care?