Justin Worthy Poet I do not know?

Thoughts of a Tortured Soul

Sleep deprived,
Feeling all the raindrops set off by the slightest 
Welcome to bad weather 
This thing called my life
Never been one to contemplate suicide
But damn if it doesnt feel like i live a lie

Let me tell you a story
One supposed to come with glory
But inside me is this....hall of stories 
That echoes with pain 
An existence of mine caught blain

I try to play it off
Some think i stole this identity
But i myself found mine stolen on that day
It was awesome...
But now my failure in everything 
seems to wash that away

Cant walk on water
Can't heal the blind 
This life does not feel like mine 
Im beginning to loathe it
Hate it
Because you would think all my attempts wouldnt be in vain
No matter how much strength i gain 
It feels like its never enough
Because after all you cant force love

Another depressed left hander maybe..
Like Kurt cobain with courtney love
Trapped inside a hell of my own failure
Stuck in this dungeons layer 
The more i hide it the more it screams inside bit by bit
Inner strength falters 
Feeling weary now, cant fight it
Tears of fire burn inside my souls eyes hot and wet

If this is the end of days then maybe im meant to feel nothing but pain....
I dont deny emptiness is filling me
A king without a throne
Or one to share my name 
Story of the century
 Burried with the height of my adventure 
That i guess ended long ago just the same
With the other me's death and descent into hell
Here those 3 days are stretched maybe
Please somene set an alarm for me to hear 
Chime the bell
Im dying slowly if you cant tell
Please someone
Wake me from my prison cell

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