lonely and hurt,
broken i remain
residing in hell,
living in pain
masked by lies,
i slowly fade away
the nightmare i live with,
each and every day
the meaning of it all ,
to which my mind attends
has not one answer,
that i fully comprehend
the bottom of my mind,
holds the answer which i call
i keep reaching towards it,
in this never-ending fall
"stay strong amd keep going,
it's never to late"
no one seems to realise,
that it's not worth the wait
there's no such thing,
as help outside if your mind
its you against yourself,
with your demons intwined
it's a battle hard fought,
but never to be won
either way you end up losing,
when it's all said and done
"too late came and passed,
and of me, nothing more
i wrote my own ending,
and shut my own door
"live life to it's fullest,"
thats what they all said
but what's the point in trying,
when you're already dead?
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
lonely and hurt,
broken i remain
residing in hell,
living in pain
masked by lies,
i slowly fade away
the nightmare i live with,
each and every day
the meaning of it all ,
to which my mind attends
has not one answer,
that i fully comprehend
the bottom of my mind,
holds the answer which i call
i keep reaching towards it,
in this never-ending fall
"stay strong amd keep going,
it's never to late"
no one seems to realise,
that it's not worth the wait
there's no such thing,
as help outside if your mind
its you against yourself,
with your demons intwined
it's a battle hard fought,
but never to be won
either way you end up losing,
when it's all said and done
"too late came and passed,
and of me, nothing more
i wrote my own ending,
and shut my own door
"live life to it's fullest,"
thats what they all said
but what's the point in trying,
when you're already dead?
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