(written Feb. 2011)
I write my thoughts down on paper to let the pain out
If I didn't have this type of outlet I'd probably try to blow my brains out
How else can I maintain in a world of madness
I can't even rest in my own mind cause its a place of sadness
My life is at a standstill at a river with no bridge to cross
Like I'm at the top of a cliff and a voice telling me to step off
But I'm hard headed and I refuse to comply
I'm not afraid of heights thats why I stand tall and keep my head held high
I will succeed cause I'll continue to try
Once a wounded bird but I'm healed now watch me fly
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