I need to find happiness. I thought I found it. But all that's happened Is more of the same. It gets so old, watching the faces fade away. I cant change a thing, I can't make people stay. I lose myself, I lose my soul, I lose the dreams and goals. All that's been stacked high upon my shoulders is toppling over. How much longer can I balance? How much longer can I hold? The truth is painful, bitter even. Grasping searching. I'm tired of being empty, Brimming with apathy, hungering for things I can't find. I've no drive, no flame to guide. My stars are clouded. Just like my mind. But the thing is, I'm fading, I'm running out of time. My life is slipping, I'm tearing, I'm burning. Ripping. At the seams. Disappointment so evil, life so cruel. When will I open again, blossom, flower, grow and refuel? The thing is i just dont know. So I'll craft a tale, rewrite the lines, I'll give myself a second chance, to live to breathe, to shatter these chains that bind. She will be my dreams, the things I see deep within me. Bright and beautiful, new, and clean. I'll work hard to fulfill her, create, restore, and redeem. I'll ignite this flame, what once in a life time can only bring, now extinguished, and in its light, hope, peace, a second chance at this fight. A beginning to this end, I will. Finally. Mend.
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