Give Me a Reason

Give me a Reason By Steven Pineda Happiness through a bottle, when lifes to hard to swallow. Hopelessness, full of depression, and a hint of anxiety eating at my soul. Theres no meaning, only bad decisions, with no mistakes. Having the power to walk on water, but no land ever in sight. Never hungry, always filled with nausea, daydreaming to stay alive. Beauty is like gold, but every day I grow old. Always alone in a house, the silence moves to be seen, The only sound I really hear is the devils sitting at opposite shoulders. No angels here. No friends, no family, only acquaintances feeding on me, Like a vulture on a deer hit from a car. Out on the street they stare, they judge, like shadow less figures Wanting my soul!! When will I see my true calling? Is it to dare to ask, To be or not to be? My mind is always a constant war raging, it divides oceans, and Makes world collide! Iam lost. The pills I take keep me sane. Sometimes sleeping is the closes thing to serenity, which Is DEATH. Happiness through a bottle, when lifes to hard to swallow.