Category: Writers Block
the shattered face behind these walls
the face you'll never see
full of pain and suffering
and full of misery
sometimes i still wonder
why i have to be so sad
i'm constantly reminded
of the life i never had
each day i wake so early
pretend that i'm all right
no one cares to talk about
the struggles of the night
how my thoughts kept haunting me
and how i slept so bad
yet another cold reminder
of the life i never had
when weekend comes to signal
the ending of a week
and everyone is on the town
acting like a freak
i'm stuck inside my prison
it makes me o so mad!
but it's another cold reminder,
of the life i never had
the accademic year is on again,
everyone's at school
i'm at home comiserating
the course i want is full
it makes me feel so worthless
it makes me feel so bad
another cold reminder
of the life i never had
ever been on holiday?
the beaches, o so bright
sand and sea by daytime
beach parties at night
i never get invited,
never get the chance
i'll just stay at home and cry
i'm in no mood for a dance.
it's lunchtime at the cafe
people they are free
running round to get there lunch
no attention payed to me.
it's really not that fair
and it's really not okay
does no one at all want to hear me out?
help improve my day?
i've lots of thoughts all bottled up
i'm keeping them inside
it's getting harder to focus
even harder to hidee
but the truth is i'm alone,
there's no one supporting me
i know you've got your lives to lead, but i'm damaged, don't you see?
i feel that i'm so broken
feel like calling quits
but i guess that's what you want to hear
it really is, isn't it?
at colledge i am trying
to perform my very best
paying no attention
to the students wanting rest
i know i have to work hard
and know i have to pass
but i simply can not focus
on the current given task
the day it seems so draining
a minit seems so long
i feel so weak and helpless
really not that strong
but i battle on like nothing's there
nothing's there at all
even though it feels like
i'm banging against a wall
when it comes to working,
to get myself a job
no one will employ me
no one wants a slob
so i'll just curl up in a ball
i'll wait my turn to die
and the life i never had
is ending, by and by