why should I quit because no ones here to interfere.
I know I can explain my feelings through this fine art,
but how can I when my feelings are frozen inside of my heart.
Words linger every surrounding of my tonque trying to show
you that my art is still young.
I feel like I'm maturing quicker than I'm supposed to,
leaving myself left behind is whats causing this disput.
One side is young and the other is old,
what can I do to try and hold that feeling thats untold.
I sit back thinking every day about this terrible rage,
that people bring to themselves in the dumbest ways.
People day stuff about their problems,
like they don't know that everyones got them.
What kind of world do we live in
to be told we can't finish.
You keep the pain masked inside while your feeling like nobody can be kind.
This pain that seems to last a long time keeps growing larger in your mind.
Finding out that the one holding you back is making it so you can't even relax.
You want to fight the battle but your body is to rattled. Being pulled side to side, torn in half, you feel like everything turns into a lie. . . .
I don't understand myself,
I try to get help,
but the pain is still left undelt.
Afraid of tomorrow and crying about yesterday,
I shy back from getting hurt by another mistake.
Cornering myself with no where to go,
it just seems I'm left alone.
I don't want to decide no more,
I don't want to hide no more.
Sometimes I just feel trapped in a box,
fighting . . scratching . .
I'm done giving it a shot.
Thinking about all the pain I've caused to myself,
lacking memories of happiness,
I just can't seem to get out of my shell.
I don't want to speak,
I don't want to dream no more dreams.
I just want a normal life but thats nothing but a fantasy.
It's way out of reach to get back on the right track,
waiting . . shading myself into the shadows,
I wanna be done looking back.
I just seem stuck with no where to go,
fear seems to grow as I don't know what to know . . .
