The Struggle Within( The Struggle Of Many)

I can't control the strangers who approach my door, The fear was evident... But once introduced, We got along just fine... I won't deny any accusations, that I have been thinking about you, We both know it's true, What else could I possibly need.... Just don't leave, The sensation you bring to me couldn't be found anywhere else, The trap however was sprung, With a curse in full affect I didn't want it to stop, Young & dumb the reason being, In these days... Time does not seem limited, In fact we wish it passed us by, Because hell couldn't be more of a reality in troubled times, A disease it would seem manipulating our thoughts, A problem which never dissolves or seeks a solution, Except when that first hit drops, Who is really polluting the streets, or corrupting our minds? When will help arrive and how many kids missed out, On thier future lives, Where do these answers reside? I'm asking these questions but now nobody is scared, I use to wonder why, But now I know it's because, No body cares...anymore, So who is doing wrong? We have all been abused, We have all allowed ourselves to be abused, And we will continue to abuse ourselves, But who's wrong? So when you approach my door again... I openly greet you as my new friend, You made me whole again, Then you left.... And I couldn't wait to see you again. The cycle like many others, Which will never end...The struggle within that destroyed many men, We could never see it in time, It was always too late...We were ignorant and ignored every sign, Awareness of another's emotions and possible traumas should always be considered, Because not trying to save a life is a very serious crime, At least in my eyes... Letting one go and fall behind is worse than doing it yourself, You had the power to inflict change but never cared so a life was lost, But what could anybody do? It starts early ... I'm not saying anything new, When I hear the knocks on the door, I jump up and run for more, When the fun stops, Hell is worse, When my heart bursts ill be free of this curse, knock knock and I'm back for more.

But nobody cares, If we did, maybe we would realize that we all contribute to ones inner disabilities which increase over time, Increase in solitary states, And worse increase in young kids minds.

Until my demise I will be back at least one more time

- The Struggle Within (The Struggle Of Many)