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They say that the struggling man is first to succeed....
well Ive been stumbling falling and bleeding since Ive took breath
weighted upon a burden that no one can seem to lift
when can i rid these wounds and make one last wish...
ive departed from mind dissolved myself from trust
to maybe just rid myself from life and lust
a contagious new disease that just effects whats left
of your simple world that seemed to be left untouched
im here to only pass it on
and wrinkle the fabric and comfort from your life
without reason then run into the night
maybe its not a struggle that the eye can see
maybe its buried down deep inside myself
hidden from myself. by myself.
I destroyed too many homes...
gave a bitter name to trust
caused a few problems
and took the wrong way out
all just to deceive and try to conceive bliss
but there's no such thing as happiness
with a tormented life
from a guilty conscious that only oneself can hear
chemically imbalanced
self medicating self
destructive mind of mine...
poisoning myself with venomous voices
and manic moments as i stress on
still somehow moving wishing i would just pass on
i hope i would just wake up in the morning just in time
to realize i am gone with no reason why
maybe gone within a dream or maybe without a home
unlogical questions and signals which make you only make left turns.
subliminal miss-messages from a brain under fire from its self
unfortunate pathologically unrefined,
leaves me deciding to
take doses of compounds and concoctions ive made myself
it eases pain. takes away the untrust
gives some joy instead of horrors and sleepless nights
prides all gone which i spent it on faith
faith dried up as my hopes ran out
it rained on my parade and it clouded my vision
soaked from disappointment and sick from not drying my eyes.
i still push on to maybe find out why i still try
ive been trapped in this mindset for far too long
caused by the absence of fear as days got dimmer
ive lost all notions of dark days and sunny nights
it leave me restless with not knowing dark from light
i pass on into the future unprepared
for the disappointment i am going to cause myself
no signs of achievement or talents in which future days require
maybe this is the farthest ill go
maybe ive reached my limits to how much i can take
as i take off this veil and reveal my true face
the killing natures will still be there leaving me with no place.
with no place to lay my head
and maybe get an hours rest for ive been awake all my life
what id give for a day to to just rest
im sorry what ive become
maybe its the pills from which i took
all the pain ive caused
i just wish i could rewind to where it start
i would just change a few things
or maybe run from myself
because no matter what i do i will never get rid of the burden which is myself