Quietwriter

Hurt

Destined to always be at the bottom
Never the top

Always a broken heart
That is ripped apart

Torn in pieces
And ripped into shreds

The voices in my head
Telling me to give up

Go back to what you do best they said
It’s all you’ve got

You’ll never be at the top
Always the bottom

Is where you’ll stay
It’s time to fade away

Away from reality
And misery

Fallen from graces
And gone beyond the basis

Of reality
And normalcy

To a place where only misery awaits
At hells gates

Waiting to have your soul
I’ll exist no more

The sunshine stopped shining
And it’s always a dark cloud above

Just waiting for my soul
Like a black hole

Sucking the life from my veins
In constant pain I remain

I feel death creepin in
I can’t win

So here I am willingly going
With you to the end.