I’ve found myself, yet again
At the bottom of a dark hole
Where the devil has played his final card
Tricked me, and stole my soul.
I’ve found myself again feeling so empty and numb
My will to get up each day has dwindled
My dictionary eradicated the word fun.
I’ve found myself again feeling physically exhausted
Weak, in pain and out of sorts
And I feel more than ever, just stupid.
I’ve found myself again being a puppet on strings that can be so easily played with
I’ve found myself again hearing the voice so loud and I cower down, utterly tormented.
I’ve found myself again lost in an abyss of darkness
Where I feel my only option is to to obey, utterly weak to the words it mutters.
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