As i sit here with my eyes glazed in red
Coated in tears ready to give birth to my heart
I weep of past misfortunes
Barely able to feel the passion in a mans touch
Only reminisce about forced entering
And disposed loves
I was ready for a life where decisions are made by me
I jumped ahead of the gun
and now i've shot myself
Trying to mend a wound that won't close
Losing friends and family in the process
I'm doing the damage but still living to tell about it
What fair games are you playing God?
How is it i get to die within but physically my body is just beginning
Restoring my health so that maybe i can be let loose in this war
Trying really hard to choose the light
But somehow i keep getting pushed down
So let me reach down south...
But even then i'm being rejected...locked out
Chains to my bed..keep me in this devastating place
I'm looking out the window
Maybe there is hope
Peeking through the trees...are there any humans seeing me?
Carefully plotting an escape i'm willingly about to sign my life away
Maybe there's a better route
But what to do when there's no map in this atlas
All i see are lands with DO NOT ENTER signs
Oceans i've cried and islands i can't reach
My reflection is beginning to preach to me
To stand up and get a grip
But its tough enough to speak as it is
So how is it one can vertically live?
All i want to do is get up and leave...