Disheartened
By yussufhot911
Throughout my days, my life, in the calm of silent nights, there's a depression that haunts me, and a feeling, that tears away at my soul, it tells me, you're not good enough and might never be, or at times, it just pleads that I stop dreaming... The life I live is often not my own, for my heart is contempt with simplicity, and my world, my peace, would be somewhere in the country, but the world asks for so much more and I'm forced sometimes, to follow the road society has set, for those who choose not to wear the label rebel, or those who just need to survive... Still, throughout my journey, I'm often left feeling helpless, though I know it's just a shadow in my life, and I need to overcome it to get by, but it's hard and I can't help but fall in it's trap, so, on many a sad night I have come home disheartened, and I ask myself, what all the pain is for, for I could be so many things, and could do so much with my life, but I choose love, although it only leaves me to float in my tears, and wondering, why am I so weak or so often a fool, when it's the same cycle, the same monotony, that leaves me disheartened... Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 01:09 PM PST 0 • 1
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