Fighting
Every waking day is a fight with the manic monster making you feel alone empty worthless and everything is your fault Trying to see the good to just be stuck in the haze of the manic monster. Getting so tired of the fight trying to see reality through the haze of war against the manic monster wishing to be what you believe to be normal. Sick of the monster brings you to your knees just to cry at the drop of a hat begging to be normal. Passing thoughts of staying down on the next round not being able to give up the fight. Crying out to go home being told to keep fighting no matter how tired you get.
By Jet
By Jet
Коментарі