Life
Life is so hard, and so repressed
everybody wonders why I'm so depressed
when I was sitting behind the bars
of a cell my life was like a living hell.
for all the medicines, and all the pain
it's a miracle I'm not insane.
I'm not sure which path to take.
What choices and decisions
I'll have to make.
Life today is such a struggle,
not sure which thoughts to trash,
or which ones to smuggle.
These thoughts make my head want
to pop.
Not sure where to go, or when to stop.
So if your listening, or even heare
you might understand what I truly feer.
Compared to you my life is so much harder
I'm not tryingto sound like a martyr.
If you learn to swim, you should never
sink.
These are my thoughts, this is how I think.
So learn to live without any strife,
this is what I think about life.
Copyright © Christopher Emmert | Year Posted 2006
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