Can’t seem to fix it
It’s the spot within yourself you can’t stand.
Tried so many different ways
To stand above it
Yet silently you were sinking.
In desperate times
Truth rears its head
What makes a man, is constant dread.
No magical beans to help you escape
The turmoil you find when you hesitate.
There should be a trigger, a warning sign
But sadly none that controls your whole mind.
When fallen, you attempt to rise
There is no limit to your disguise
You try the truth but allow the lies.
Just one step you took so long ago into the wrong way
You can’t escape the effects, no how, no way.
Until you stop yourself from shirking your responsibilities.
Your endless torment of “what use to be’s.”
So gather up your strength, your battle scars
Things are seldom how you feel they…
View original post 22 more words