Quick lil verse I wrote..
Pain is now eroding me but hopefully I'll cope you see,
Too busy with your friends and family to even notice me,
I wrote this piece to show the pieces of my heart left...
Before the pieces become diseases in the darkness...
Pardon me for fucking caring and for showing up,
Like a dagger in my stomache stabbing slow it sucks...
Burdens for me but all you have to do is close the curtains,
Turning the blind eye while I waste away just burning,
I'm learning, that once I show a sign of vunerability,
A force of sorts is born and runs to start killing me,
Beautiful girls, oh yeah I could have a million see...
But none of them could possibly make these feelings ease,
They're real indeed and spearing me, I'm giving up,
But once I wrote that the point of life is to live it up,
Happiness isn't appearing much, for real it sucks but I try,
Pretending it doesn't matter, but the man in the mirror dies.