Locked in a room where no light shines
On happiness, depression dines
Eyes open but I still can't see
Struggle deepens, fighting my hand
My hourglass is losing sand
Looking to break me, to hurt me
I must find where I stand in life
Answering my storms with a knife
Will the day come that I am free?
©Josh West
Sitting there a shade of who I used to be Trying to figure out where it all went wrong My innocence has gone, been doing it for so long...
Life, a game won by none Born with an expiry date Living to die, what great fun Conquest of life, death begun Death, the final card...
You reaching out a trembling hand Haunted eyes begging for help Crying words formed in a whispered yelp An unspoken message to help you...
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