Why is it that any time hope
Sparks and comes my way.
I begin to fall, landing on my
Knees, the world caving in.
I try and try but each time
I have a well deserved
Success, my triumph crumbles
Beneath me.
I'm left standing alone on my
Boulevard of broken dreams.
Fragments of my past shatter
Around me as I scream.
I delve further into my past
Wondering what it is I do
wrong each time to send
me spiralling down a
Staircase of never ending disaster.
I reach out for help but grasp fear
And desolation in my heartache
As I struggle to find answers.
I pick myself back up ready to
Start again with more so called
everlasting self belief, but I know
It will be the same as before.
I will try with my utmost desires to
succeed my subconsious wars and
Ideals but the voice in my head will
Still resonate the same answer.
I must learn to stop trying, to admit
defeat. I must put my hands up and
accept the gun that points my way.
And give up.
