The Stuggle
Why must I suffer this overwhelming depression?
Am I supposed to learn some important lesson?
Guess that's just the way life goes
This world is a barren wasteland where only pain grows
Sure there are moments of warmth between connecting souls
A welcome respite from the masses of assholes
Who believe they have all the answers
The truth is their hate is a cancer
turning God's holy books of instruction
into a reason to cause those who disagree, destruction
I want to make a difference to contribute
but I feel like nothing good left in me to distribute
Except to turn words into verse deeply heartfelt
Even though these feelings get so hot my insides melt
Making it through each day is a struggle
it takes all my energy not to stumble
descending into bottomless darkness
slowly turning into something evil and monstrous
I fight the pull of despair
but really who cares
it's taking all my strength to hold on
I miss you so much, mom
I just want to rest
I'm constantly stressed
is there any hope for me?
will I ever feel free?
Is heaven just a dream?
A lie so we give into societies regime?
Copyright © Minda Whiteley | Year Posted 2017
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