There Is No Hope
this sickness won't go
it stain and contains
misery beyond words
the eyes it attracts
stare and can't bare to look twice
but there is a new set around the corner
my mirrors hate me
and i hate them
my sickness loves me
but I'm planning its death
it will always remain
part of my life
all i see is the scars it leaves behind
the feelings it brings
don't ever leave
they're hooked in my mind
they're stubborn
they're stubborn
impossible to reach
how can you say
this life isn't bad
when we walk out a door
its all sad
the air is polluted
the people are damaged
nowhere to eat
nowhere to walk
nowhere to think this life is alright
subtle misery creeps up on me
takes over my soul
an leaves me to die
Copyright © Jesse Valen | Year Posted 2013
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