An old poem but a well written well described poem worth being posted!! The truth- Theres this little place I thought was home, But little did I know I was all alone. Living in a dream, a Fantasy I thought was real; The life I was living I tried to conceal. Through the bad and the good and the good and the bad, I tried to lie thats all I had. Stories of lives and stories of lies, To where now my lies broke me down to cries. The walls are small and the rooms are tiny, Im in a maze I wish someone could find me. The life I live is the only life I have now, I have to live this life for me somehow. Survive my way or no way at all, Nobody will be there for me when I take my last fall. Friends and family nobody to trust, One true love but the rest became lust. I tried to open up my heart, But slowly my heart was torn apart. I made wrong paths, and moved wrong ways. Im trying to re-do and fix my old ways. Im strong and Ill make it, I say it because its true, Im nobodies slave I do what I can do. Depression is another mans satisfaction, I take my own life into action.... Nobody can live this life that I live everyday, This is my life, my change to live it my way. The room will close my eyes will roll back, Then I wake up to a hand on my face smack. Thats reality yelling nothing is simple and clean, And one day when you make my mistakes youll know what I mean. The grass isnt always greener on the other side, So be careful with the decisions you put down.. -ck
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 00:49:33 +0000