Ailment

by Taylor   Sep 28, 2010


With every movement I start to feel
The blood and bruises are just too real
There's a war going on inside of my chest
Beating and burning and refusing to rest
I'm losing every ounce of my energy
Trying to breathe though god forsaken me

I'm struggling just to stay alive
Getting weaker to the point where it's hard to survive
Happiness is simply just a tale told
To the ones who's hearts aren't as cold
The fall air is seeping through my pale skin
I'm coughing and choking on my sickness within

Through my eyes, it's hard to see
What is real and just a fantasy
Dark and light battle all day long
Throughout these hours I fight to stay strong
I've become one so full of hatred
But I'm numb as if I've been sedated

I'm lost to the point where I can't be found
Running and tripping and stumbling over ground
My doubts grow deeper with every given day
Leaving the world speechless, not knowing what to say
I look directly in their eyes yet they can't tell
Behind my smile is a world of hell

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