I hate what I've become
A hallow shell of a man
Wondering through day to day
Without purpose or direction
Everything I say is tainted by my demons
I can feel their weight pulling me
Trying to take me under
I can't give in, I must resist
How can I, when my life doesn't amount to shit?
I try to fight it
Most days I can hide it
These weathered eyes have seen so much
The more I struggle the tighter the noose becomes
The heavier the chain around my feet
I long for a glimpse of what peace could be like
How can I escape this Hell that I've made for myself?
It's so hard to say what's on my mind
So I'll let the pen do my talking