Thinking all the time overloaded in this mind of mine.
Everyday in so much pain and misery I’m fighting myself just to survive.
The hardest pill to swallow is to stop acting blind.
Blaming me; that’s this life of mine.
Never looking in a mirror to scared to see me.
I’m hurt broken and barely making it daily.
But to quite i just can’t see.
Ten toes down I carry the world like it’s my legacy.
Letting go of a past is only a hope or dream.
Yes it’s in ruins set in stone but it’s haunting.
People like me we fight ourselves just to keep going.
Depression hits but tomorrow I’ll still receive till my time stops ticking.
I’ll be here standing.
