There's a pain in my chest
It never seems to rest
I've dealt with it for years
Yet it still brings me to tears
I have spoken of the pain
Of how over my body it seems to reign
It takes control of all my feelings
It always sends me reeling
It comes from the dark part of my mind
It's not enough to just kill my brain
It has to bring me physical pain
Over the years I've found I'm not quite sane
I've found there are many problems dwelling in my brain
So many problems, I have found
That it causes this pain all year round
I'll never quite get it, it makes me feel pathetic
I'm under stress and I want to panic
When I voice this I'm told to "can it"
Bottle it up is what I'm told so that's all that I've done
The problem with that though, it makes the demons believe they have won
How far they are from truly winning, I don't want to know
One thing for sure, is when they do
You'll never see me grinning
A grin, a smile, or a smirk already you don't see
When they win, and they will indeed,
Any joy will be stripped from within
There'll be no more point to me
This pain in my chest, I guess is for the best
It shows me I still have feeling
That my heart is still beating
When the demons take control, you won't have to wait much longer
I'll say goodbye to all and my soul
I'm sure to be a goner
The pain in my chest, will cease to a rest
It's likely the last thing I'll feel
The demons have won, they gave me a gun
I'm no longer a part of what's "real"
