Dying Inside

Written May 30, 2008


Lack of motivation,

Mind full of the stress.

It’s like a starvation

Of my happiness.

Stop the fucking crying,

Stop all of the hurt.

Stop with all the lying

About feeling like dirt.


Is usually the key:

The root of my frustration,

Abandon all hope for me.

I wish I had a real friend,

Someone who I could call.

Not like I would use them,

Typical withdrawal.

So let’s just stop the whining,

Let’s stop the to-and-fro;

Kill the inner lining

That contains my soul.

Crying Rainbow