Caged
what have I done? what can I do?
my accomplishments are very few
and while this fact still makes me blue
I still would never trade my shoes
sometimes I sit and cry
I don't really know why
I can't stop so I don't try
those times I would get high
but I've given up my crutch
booze, weed and pills and such
I depended on them way too much
now I just withdrawal from touch
the touch of a loved one
like a warm ray from the sun
I hide pain with lifts and runs
still my sadness weighs a ton
but I carry this weight
without any debate
and hide my depressed state
for only I can change my fate
and only I can try and change
how I've become deranged
when this life seems so estranged
I feel even more encaged
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2014
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