Eternal Pain

7

And sometimes I feel I'm on the verge of collapse

Yet at the same time I feel I've almost crawled out of the traps

For despite the many times that I have lapsed

I feel so close to recovery, only to fall back

Into the deepest and darkest pits, with thoughts that are pitch-black

Thy say to be self-sufficient, to survive on your own

But I've done that a lot, my heart's turning to stone

And if I could do it longer, I really would

But then in this world, there are a lot of things that should

Be different, but it doesn't work that way

The beat of my favorite songs play in my head

I write these words so that I don't feel dead

And half the time its others words and others rhymes in my head

Still, I try to find my own voice while following their stead

Look at these progression of thoughts, where has it lead

From my state of mind to the ambition I regret

What use is wanting something that you can never get?

Or even if you can, it would take too long

I try to have patience, try to stay strong

But the rain never seems to stop, never has it been gone

For too long from my pathetic life

Filled full of anger and strife

Headaches and sleepiness and thoughts of a knife

My head hurts so I'll end it here, the timing is right.