Untitled Pressure mounting, I cant seem to stay on my feet. Every time I get closer to stability the door gets further out of reach. Enduring the lessons that life continues to teach. Hard to smile when it feels like happiness doesnt want to be seen. Its like Im in a war with my other side, hes trying to take my mind. He wants temptation to lead us, so I know we can never coincide. Sometimes I sit by myself and cry, aint no point in drying them... Because when you feel the pain there is always more to follow behind them. Backed in to a corner, negative thoughts obscure the opposite. Back to the temptation, I cant, but it looks so provocative. But if I gave in now, I would just be ashamed. From enduring what I have and sticking through to the path. Just to contemplate on what couldve been, and my other side laughs. Standing outside I find myself looking up. What would I think of me if I gave up. Then the happiness that I fought for would be similar to lust. Dreams of a clear mind would be turned in to dust. Then I dropped to my knees and gave my problems to he. Ama give my all to my last breathe, until there is nothing left. Am gone handle what I can..I know hes got the rest.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 05:40:10 +0000
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