I sit down to weave the pain and aguish I call life
My chair is torment, my material is anguish
A brief moment of hope shines through the window
Only to be consumed by the shadow of failure
There was a moment I flew sky high
Until you shot me down again
You say you want it to work
But that’s your head talking not your heart
I prick my self with the pin called depression
I slip away into a corner and count my demons
They emerge from my soul as I grapple with your judgement
It’s a battle ive had so many times before
The darkness corrupts me I reach into my desk draw
I pull out a blade called desperation
I hold it to my arm and squint as the blood called life leaks away
Am I cursed to live like this forever?
Keep your head held high the friends say
They don’t know what its like to go through this
Should I just stop trying and make this my final battle?
I know if I ever fly again it won’t be long before im shot down again.
I try to tell myself its ok to fail
But inside I cant help but feel like something is not right
You should be with me I should be happy
But your not. And im not.
