Each day is an adventure, as to what God will give,
Yet every day is full of anger and its how I have to live.
It doesn’t go away; it just sits here and waits,
Waits for the end, which will never come too late.
The strength of it is powerful and provokes me to hit,
The pain stings bit by bit.
It’s massive and big but I’ll still pick a fight,
Though I can’t win, one day I might.
Its rage that drives, rage that dictates,
It’s rage that seems to tell my fate.
I have no say in how it acts,
Just have to wait and see the facts.
The colour red seems in my head,
And stays there when I go to bed,
Even the next day when I awake,
It makes me think “for ****s sakeâ€.
Though my mind is angry, my care is still there,
Every day there’s something new to share.
The closest ones are special to me
Though they don’t know the risks they just can’t see.
Its fine I say, or I hit a bed
But its not, I lie, and I want to be dead,
Though they can not know, it just isn’t right,
Cos when they know I’ll be saying goodnight.
