Times are changng, shits getting tough.
Not that lil' kid any more, I've had enough.
The worlds become and ugly place to be.
Most of the beauty i'll never see.
My life seems to always head down hill.
So sick and tierd of feeling ill.
Mental hopes and dreams died over the years.
The taste of salt on my lips from all these tears.
Just leave me wondering if its worth it in the end.
With to many bills to pay but no money to spend.
I want to curl up safe in my bed.
Rest my tierd & fragile head.
Because sometimes I pray that I wont wake.
Most days I smile but its always fake.
No friends or lovers to hold onto or ease my pain.
Its like watching others in glorious sun while I walk in the rain.
Everything I do is not good enough or right.
I've lost my will to continue my fight.
My demons have grown so big and strong.
To want to fade...... Is that wrong?
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