Tired, low, lonely and cold, this body feels so abused
pushed to its limits, done too much, its no use
not afraid of deaths cold grip
afraid of a life not lived, let slip
Feel the clouds descend, crowding my brain, when will this end?
the foggy grey blankets me in a wash of rain, Am I condemned?
it flows down like my addictions used to
today I just have to fight my way through
Loneliness, my closest friend, came around again
shared a drink in silence, always the same
need to get free, these four walls entrancing me
escape the feelings within, unworthy, unheard, not to be
Cant seem to think straight
cant evade, this nagging doubt and self hate
but I know it cant last, it will end when the time is right
when I walk out into the brisk cool night
Thanks for reading,
Kyle.
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