Broken friendships,
broken dreams,
The remains of my life,
nothing is as it seems.
Wrong decisions,
wrong choices,
going nowhere fast,
No time for sweet rejoices.
Raised voices,
echoes in the night,
Just a constant struggle,
just a constant fight.
Running images in my mind,
pill bottles and slit wrists.
Wanting to die so badly,
hands curled into fists.
In my mind i'm a failure,
watching successors pass me by,
Walking among the living,
always asking myself why.
Having a hunger,
that can't be satisfied,
Remembering things of the past,
dwelling on times I sat and cried. |
