This situation isn't normal,
Stuck in a hole with 4 doors,
All the signs pointing me in each direction,
I know what's best,i know what's right,
I know that this isn't getting any better,
I reach out for answers,
I get thrown aside and judged down,
They tell me to let it go, but i don't want to,
I need it,I want it,I feel if i leave it,
I will go down and never be ably to come back again.
I'm evaluating this predicament,
Seeing if what's true is true,
Or am i just in totally denial.
I see the light between the shadows,
Between the current of undeniable proposes.
I position myself for the worst, and hope for the best.
I lay in my tears and doubt of this ever becoming, What i may have hoped it to be.
The lights blinking in my window,
The doors wide open,
I can taste the bitterness in the air,
I don't want this to be up to me.
My hair is falling out, my skin is decaying,
My heart is beating on fear,
I feel everything,
I want to become numb.
I only see what your not becoming and what you say means nothing.
Every day a new perplexed situation.
My mind is full of mazes,
Lost in the labyrinth.
It will pass ,It will pass "echo's" through my green eyes of hope.
Nothing is ever perfect,nothing is ever flawless.
I'm a flaw of my self.
This hole is only so deep and walls can always be dug more.
Does this make it never ending,
does this make me self indulgent.
Why does any of this matter,
I'm sure it will change tomorrow ,
I will feel another awaking,
I will see in a different light,crave another dark.
This will pass" this will pass" My green eyes shut to focus on another part of life.

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