My soul reeked of melancholy
A heart deep in agony
My mind ran like troubled waters
A wild storm with furious lightening
Everyone said it was my imagination
But this was more than said.
My head trod like the tempest
Many sleepless nights of contempt
I spent my days in a battlefield
With everyone throwing their swords at me
My imagination of the future became a blur
Slowly bleeding to depression
My heavy soul surpassed all weight measured!
I had written all my problems in a book.
Hoping you’ll find it by the hook
Maybe you found it
And tossed it
Like a Bible waiting for Sunday
Who knows maybe my death day.
I had tons of suicide notes
Waiting for a chance with death
Dressed in the coat of pain
My tears had become rain
A part of me kept calling for light
Once more I knew I had to fight.
Gasping for air out of this thick space
I searched for my own space
Believing the light at the end of the tunnel
I broke my shell
A long story to tell
I had bid my monsters bye.