The Pure, Simple, Truth.

Nobodys doormat.

 Nobody’s doormat.

I’ve had it with feeling isolated,

And I’m tired of feeling confined,

To a place unknown to the outside world,

It exists only in my mind.

The feeling cuts through my progress,

And creates new mental damage,

Leaving me with a single weapon,

Language.

I’ve got to build my walls,

Back up, over again,

Its okay to fall in the process,

I can fight my battles, with the help of paper and a pen.

I’m a better than this,

Better than this feeling,

I refuse to play your childish games,

I’m better than this, You won’t stop my wounds from healing.

I’ve grown tiresome,

Of being your doormat,

To you I’m worth less than a possession,

When misery grips me tight, I must give my life a brand new format.

Around me,

I have those that matter most,

In 2012,

To misery I don’t intend to be the host.

Forget the breakdowns,

I won’t give up hope,

My dreams are now more colourful,

Than the brightest kaleidoscope.

When debating giving up,

I have to begin to hold myself together,

Feelings of deep sadness,

Are very rarely forever.

The reason that I’m living,

Is because I deserve to,

I’ve got my dreams ahead of me,

Dark days, are something I know I can get through.

I’m better than this,

Better than your games,

I believe I can break free,

From these chains.