At Times
Times like these its hard to go on
It's like having a playlist of all the wrong songs
Everyday is a horribly bad dream
Everything is not what it seems
Sleep is my only escape from the pain
is something wrong with me or is it my brain
I have this image of what life is suppose to be
Why can't I get it that way, What wrong with me
Is this what defines me and my life
Their actions cut like a razor sharp knife
I'm in a whirlwind of sorrow I can't come out of
Living in this hell with no love
It's like I am living two lives
I'm an alien in this world of natives
A slave to this utterly fake place
Ever feel like your always losing the race
The sky is black and it's closing in
God, When is my life gonna begin
I noticed I can no longer see color
With a razor blade I find out I'm a bleeder
This is what I resort too
What happens when I become more blue
I don't see a future anymore
Quote the raven Nevermore
By Bobby J Evans
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