Rant of the New Decade

Just like the title says, it's just a splurge of emotion spit onto paper.

Abomination, interrogation
striving for an elimination

All I've said and done
nothing I've never won
What does it mean 
if happiness is nothing but a dream?

Strive my whole life for something
and now it means nothing
Lost motivation to move on
just feeling dead and gone

Crushing under the pressure
given because of my mind
and I hoped that in time

It would just go away
But that day isn't yesterday, tomorrow, or today
And it won't come soon anyway
So I have something to say

Depression is a burden, and death may lift it
But I got a lot to live for
And plus I'm too stubborn to quit it

But the pain's like a hot knife
burning through, no one understands
how I feel and I wish they could

People say for me to get up
They say for me to brush it off
Well guess what, I'm buried beneath the earth
Try to find the brush that can take this off

Find the jaws of life to pull me out of this burning car
but watch out, it's about to explode
For the fuel for the fire
is as large as the load on my shoulders

I'm going to make it out of here
All of you don't need no fear

Irony's the theme of my life
everything's backwards, but I never need the knife

I keep on moving, getting out of the tunnel my own way
and hopefully I'll get out of this mad house someday.....

-Jerisson DeLaCruz "Poetic Assassin" 3-31-10