scrounging
hounding...
Somewhere inside I've slightly broken down,
Like hanging branches from a dying tree...
With each word, I fall deeper
into this emptiness called life...
It's hard when you have so much pain inside you...
Look around you,
take a really good look...
Some days you feel it;
Others, you pretend not to...
When words became screams
And actions turned into fights...
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out...
You deem me unfit, to even be me.
You say i don't feel, what ever you believe...
Told them I, I am the bye
The honest word of a lie...
A night left to be in someone else's eyes
Car rides to the no where waste land...
Will I see tomorrow
or will I die...