4/7-10: a hell for me

Imagine what it would be like

To see it all just pass you by

But you're being suspicious

Cause you already seen these times

The heartache is the strongest pain

That I am fighting every day

All my thoughts and memories

have turned into a hell for me

I'm high on all the love I get

Thankfull that I get some help

Praying every night, it'll be right

That one day I'm fine

Anxiety's still fucking me up

I just keep on falling when I'm standing on the top

Painting on my body when I feel down "fuck it"

All the pain, I'm not protected, I just can't block it

Writing down my thoughts, they turn to notes and a song

Everytime it's all the same, explaining that I'm not strong

Enough to handle and gamble through this life

That I'm sick and tired and crying tears can't make it right

Painting one or two pictures just so I can show

All the things about this little girl that you didn't know



Every weekend drinking, I just felt how I was sinking

Lower than the bottom, there's no end, I couldn't fought 'em

Now it's been two years since I begun to feel pain

Two fucking years of screaming and scars from all blades

Two fucking years that I've been feeling the same

Two fucking years that I've been lost in the game

But I'm starting all over, try to live a new way

But even tho' how hard I try, the shit in me will just stay

I was feeling fine and I laughed just yesterday

But I've been thinking and kept sinking, if you look at today

I have thoughts inside of me that just can't be explained

Fucking nightmares in my head even tho' I'm awake

I could say that I feel better mentally, but that be lying

And what would that be of a start if I just stopped fighting?

Fighting for my life, to be sober leave the poision

I can't keep walking on this road making these fucking choices


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