LOsing My battleA Poem by Written DepressionI honestly dont know how to describe this onewhy can't I be like her Why can't I be like him Why must I give when I wanna cry and up and just give in To me that's bull s*** I'm through with this it's bull s*** Screw this I'm stuck here Living life They say see day well all i see is night There's no light There is No fight I wish i could give in tonight But it's not right i need to fight Just wish I could see on spec of light In my life My fight I'll fight my demons tonight Find my chaser an slam it down Need to find some way to just calm down And win my battles I'm fighting hard Tho it feels like losing Oh my lord End this I'm pissed Help me see the light that i miss Screw this No Not this I'll find a way to end it End it all You see her scars Shell DIE A LEGEND JUST PRESS RECORD Now love me hate me You find a way to bait me Into the dark where i see no light And when I fall it's an endless fight And tonight I'll let my wing take flight Find a way to heal and deal and finally see the light I'll Take flight Now i know it's dark and i know it's hard But it's time the world saw my open scars Saw the way I feel and the way I deal And it's time they know this s*** is real It's not some act and it's not a phase It's not my teenage rebellious ways It's not some way of crying out Kids like me need a way out A way to say how we feel Give us a way that we can deal Find us a home where were not alone Where the moms and dads are in our zone They know how we feel and how we make our pact They know this s*** Ain't just an act They'd take us in with open arms And wouldn't send us to the loony farms They'd embrace our flaws every night And Find a way for us to fly For us to sore out the door into the world we don't fear no more And it's a shame That They’ll never see The things they do to kids like me Who's memories Are fading away Fading away into the dying days All because you have no heart All because you like the dark Hear me cry Hear my plea And fly away Away with with me Where were free We can be free One two three four Nobody has to feel this pain anymore We run our lives And we play your game but in the end It's all the same © 2018 Written DepressionFeatured Review
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