Random Poem 2  

I have searched for life’s meaning, like running in a maze
With the heartache of the world constantly beating me
All these worries they came hurrying into my corrupted mind
Like a fire the emotions ignite, singe, and burn me from the inside

I spin round and around on this merry go round
The ways of the world always haunting me
Can I scream at the top of my lungs, you all are WrOnG!
And write down all the crap that keeps hurting me…
This has become my disease, the ink it bleeds
InTeRnAlLy!!

Fearful to become lonely from the way I push my friends
Tormented from the stories that resurrect from my past
Never really knowing if I’ll ever live up to be the hero
Fist into the mirror because the reflection brought me back down to zero

I spin round and around on this merry go round
The ways of the world always haunting me
Can I scream at the top of my lungs, you all are WrOnG!
And write down all the crap that keeps hurting me…
This has become my disease, the ink it bleeds
InTeRnAlLy!!

I’m itching and scratching at my skin from the lose
Running back toward sin like a motherfucking drug
With all the world’s problems how can I just focus on myself?
Trying to right these wrongs but all is show, and not tell

I spin round and around on this merry go round
The ways of the world always haunting me
Can I scream at the top of my lungs, you all are WrOnG!
And write down all the crap that keeps hurting me…
This has become my disease, the ink it bleeds
InTeRnAlLy!!

Everything doesn't fall, it crashes and shatters around me
So I write to fight in spite of every stupid hateful thing  
This is what makes me happy when all feels at a lose
Don’t know if it’s poetry, but don’t know if I really give a FuCk!