You know you’ve hit the wall
When you only huddle up in your own misery
Your tears sit behind your eyes, waiting to trickle down
I didn’t want to tell you, but my advice is empty as the goals I strive for
You know it’s too easy to become bitter about the world
And I’m sick from the bits of s*** I ate
When I said I didn’t mean what I said
I knew I was lying to myself
Little sick on the outside
Deafly ill on in the inside
All for them, no time for myself
Nothing I say takes it all away
Staring at myself
Contemplating how to remove
the lesions from my hand
Unhappy with myself
It’s hard to find peace in this world
Author notes
I've always wanted to search through some old writings of mine and choose something raw and powerful that was never released. So here is something I intended for a song, written almost 3 years ago, but ended up almost a poem like some of my writings do. Enjoy.
Please tell me what you think
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I think you did an excellent job. You have conveyed the mood and emotion very well. Thank you for sharing this.
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Thank you, I'm happy you appreciated this.
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