Each and every day I wake to this fear
That today I must again face another
Day to which has no reason for me, here.
Hence why I dress myself in fits of despair.
The light of day illuminates all we are
That reason doesn't mean I ain't got fear,
When you see anything and everywhere
I could go, I'm left feeling someplace familiar
Each room full of folks that now be stranger
Than when I had visited them before.
Lately I calm myself with what I am able
Such as another cup of green tea that's stale
Because something stronger will matter
To me very little if even does matter-
To me, very little in regards to how I care.
Every day is a piece of peace taken away
Stolen by everyone telling their sob story
As if making my life harder will be easy.
Each phrase I speak throughout the day
Is just another reminder of what I can't say
When forced to make my movements appear
As of orchestrated by something other
Than the Marinette doll of some danger,
One leading me closer to the devil I swear.
In a quiet bed I lay in pain trying to just try
And discover the inevitably fact of theory
That promises the inability for it to fade away
Not this simple bouts of pain I feel daily.
Mother wished someone hold me tightly
When everyone else just promises of empty
Words that cannot make a man ever happy
If their restrictions to words choke strongly.
Shameful I have never felt honesty
To do more than bring forth more misery
Which echoes inside me so personally
Echoing my own hateful sense so proudly.
Where do restless call home? Constantly,
I wonder but so far there is absolutely
No one with answers that can satisfy
This desire to devour endless whiskey,
While I delude myself to accept joy
Could one day make me again be happy.
Even as my skin slowly turns shade of yellow.
That leaves me choking back need to cry
Since most days I do honestly try
But even hardest men sometimes must cry.
When all in the world is feelings of lonely.
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