I have to admit
That help is that I cry
My mind is so cloudy
And on this bed, where I lie
I question the future
On weather to live or die
The road is uncertain
Confused on what path to be taken
Is this the end?
Or have I been mistaken?
Times are hard
And it's all up to me
As I hold the decision card
I've been hiding behind a smile
A wasted excuse
Although it is my style
I am here if you want to phone
After all, I prefer company
Than being alone
This is the truth
When you think I am standing tall
In reality, deep inside
I'm curled up in a ball
Feeling so small
For this is a personal battle
One I must fight
So my choice in the taking
Is to hide it in plain sight
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All those Nightmares and Distant dreams
PoetryA series of Poems which can be enjoyed and read individually, however if read all together paints a much bigger picture. This is A story that follows the life of one man, as he experiences love, loss, depression and determination in making the most...
