"in My Head"
INSIDE OF MY HEAD,
THERE IS MUCH, TO MUCH, PAIN;
DROPPING THE SORROW LIKE LARGE DROPS OF RAIN.
YET ALL I CAN DO,
IS TO TRY TO MAINTAIN,
FORE SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED INSIDE OF MY BRAIN.
I'VE NOW LOST MY BROTHER,
MY FATHER, AND MORE.
DEALING WITH THIS; SUCH AN UNSTABLE CHORE.
MY BROTHER BY DEATH,
MY FATHER TO PRISON,
IT'S HARD FOR THE AVERAGE TO EVEN ENVISION.
THERE'S SOMETHING SO WRONG,
WITH THIS WORLD WHERE WE LIVE;
NOW NO ONE CAN HELP ME, THEY'VE NO MORE TO GIVE.
SO STILL I KEEP GOING,
I STRIVE TO SURVIVE;
'CAUSE STILL I AM CONSCIOUS, AND TRULY ALIVE.
AND I'LL ALWAYS KEEP GOING,
'TILL THE DAY THAT I'M DEAD;
FOR THESE ARE JUST THOUGHTS IN MY OWN TROUBLED HEAD.
SO NOW 'TILL THE NEXT TIME,
I CHAT TO YOU ALL;
I'll CONQUER MY TROUBLES, NO MATTER HOW SMALL,
"INSIDE OF MY OWN TROUBLED HEAD"
~BIZZY~
Copyright © Christopher Hubbert | Year Posted 2008
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