My life is a mess
Everyday I battle all odds
Just to wake up in the morning
Nights stolen away by insomnia
Guess i did things right
But never the right thing.
My life knows no color
Affliction weighing me down
Seems all I do us bring doom to me
I try deal with my hoplesness
That lingers deep inside.
Sometimes living hurts so bad
That it stops hurting at all
All the pain sinks down to the ground
When those who you need the most
Threthen your very existence....
YOU ARE READING
lost in the echo
Poetrypoetry about a lone soul, lost in his mind with no exit. He finds refuge in his heart only to be more damaged.
