Another day alone
Another night
Another knife
I guess I'm on my own
The lights are on, my eyes are closed
And no one understands
The Dark I'm dealing with
And all the people in my life
Are way too blind to see the vice
All these scars
All the scars
From the war against ourselves
I'm living in a hell
It's what is real
Real, I don't want to go anymore
I know that your confused
I've been there once
I've been there twice
The third one I didn't choose
I guess I'm born to lose
The ones that break you down
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryDon't fall into the trap of believing everything is alright when you know it isn't
