3/26/2015 10:01:55 AM
I don’t feel like talking to anyone.
My faith in humanity has been shaking to the core.
I don’t feel like working on myself.
It doesn't seem important anymore.
I went to Hell, I feel like crap!
Why they make me suffer like that?
When the only thing I was asking for,
Was a little help, to feel better than before.
Now the only thing I wanna do,
Is stay in bed and never get up.
Just go to sleep and never wake up.
But if I do, it’ll mean that I gave up.
I went to hell and back,
Searching for the right track,
The one that would set me free,
Of the demons all around me.
I wanna hit that stupid bitch,
Who made me feel like I’m a piece of shit.
I swear, if I was able to bring my dog with me,
I’d disappear, right here, right now.
But that would mean that they would have win over me,
And that is NOT OK AT ALL for me.
I have to try to get some sleep,
The one that helps recuperate,
So I can stand back on my feet,
And prove to me that life is worth living, when you have faith.
©ROX2015 (march 25-26th)