The New Trend

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Everywhere I go, I see hate crossing my road

Every time I breath, I feel hate inside of me

I didn’t wish to be consumed by all of this

This is what happens when I do the right thing

I never took from anyone

I was always a giver, I gave the most

I received nothing from everyone

Yet, I am still treated like a ghost

Do you see through me? Because I can’t feel a thing

Do you hear the words I speak? Or are you sound asleep?

Give me something that I can hold, your hand, your hand,

I need something that won’t slip between my fingers,

I feel forgotten

Why can’t I be the man,

Who I set out to be?

Why can’t I be the man,

That I’m supposed to be?

this world is always pushing down upon me

There’s nothing left for me here

Nothing left for me to see

Everything for me to fear

No air for me to breath

Everything has been taken from me,

I’m left here with nothing

Everything is slowly killing me (as I lay here dying)

I wish I had done things differently (slowly losing hope)

I close my eyes and I hold my blade close

Pressed against my throat

I pull away,

I have something to say

There’s hope for a new day

There’s always a better way

So I’ll make the most of today

And the best of everyday

My life has been led astray

No more looking back on yesterday

There’s a new trend on the way

And it’s here to stay

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 19, 2012 ⏰

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