In the life of the ill,
Will I still have hope?
In the life of me,
Who walked down a crooked road?
Will I ever be happy,
In the life of a freak?
Will I ever be enough,
For society’s tough love?
Will I ever be free,
From this never ending running spree?
Will I ever escape the life of a haunted soul?
Who had her body sold,
To the demon’s home?
Will I finally ever stop,
With my negatives thoughts?
I’m on the verge of breaking,
Though I’m the route of recovering.
Will I just slip up,
And step back into my life as a messed up?
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