Distorted

Sighs, can I just break down for a minute?



Don’t need to play tough when no one’s around

Exhausted of this front…so tired of these feelings

Believe me when I say I wish my heart was my enemy

Deceived by my naivety…maliciously torn…beaten to a pulp…nothing hurts more



 

Optimism now on the back bench

Daily bread thrown aside

Don’t wanna continue with these lies tonight

With my last might…just let me cry



 

Captive of my sins…desperate for self-forgivement

Cliches of comforts offered each day

Yet no one understands me

No one cares about my pain and why should they?



 

Pathetic but pity is undesirable

Sadistic with the person in the mirror

Mourning has become monotonous

I know it’s time to move on…to keep strong…to keep pushing on



 

My attempts at such are like quicksand

Shoulder deep so I’m stuck

If I try to break free, it’ll be enough

To defeat me…to fruitfully eliminate my soul



 

Half empty these days

Everything takes a toll

These bones getting old to tackle the big one called Life

Anxious to find where the leprechaun plays the fife…