For sometime I’ve been in denial

Just searching for a reason to smile

Looking over choices made

In one hand a pen the other a blade

My minds a mess why should I fight

Is there any solace in what I write

Is blood stained paper my only ink

When in deep depression I know I’ll sink

My words meaning nothing if they don’t ring true

Yet I talk about the big breakthrough

I push you forward as if I’ve been cured

When really my emotions I’ve just ignored

I speak from a place where I’ve not been

I then tell you all it’s pastures green

I’ve not walked this path or won this war

I’m exactly where I was before

From my demons I still hide

I still drown within the tears I’ve cried

So who am I to help you through

When I’m at square one right next to you.

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