Claustrophobia
The walls are closing in.
No matter what I say, I never win.
My life’s crumbling in my hands
Like it’s a stray rock, and I can’t see where it lands.
Everything’s falling apart before my eyes,
And only pain will arise
From the deep gash in my heart
That’s been there from the start.
I’ve lost control of everything,
And I’ve found myself envying
The freedom of my past
Away from the shadow that’s been cast.
Nobody can see
That the odds are stacked against me
If I try to stand, I’ll just fall
And it’s overwhelming, the weight of it all.
So I jot my feelings down in ink.
Otherwise I might be on the brink
Of giving up and giving in.
It’s not like I will ever win.
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