In My Own Words

The life I live is hard to define For the words I speak are not enough to describe The darkness within and I feel the pain in my spine The path I'm treading is certainly through a needle's eye And that is the call my spirit wants to decline Wakes up to every new dawn with a frown rather than a smile Visualising my flaws eating me until I'm buried in the ground My eyes are teary, but the sob is worthwhile Gripped in fear but the heart keeps telling The soul to keep yelling, that I would be found I look through me and what do I see A being who’s longing to break free From the chains that bind me down And the fears that make me wear a frown Within lives a soul left behind Amidst the world’s outcry and constant grind The situation hits me and how do I feel A stomach empty, days without a meal Yearning to be fed, it pleads I look through me and what do I find? The right person, but in the wrong time In a script of wrong lines I’ve been running since the day I was born I am the definition of worn With my finger on the trigger Let life know I gave it a shot