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I would love to say,
That change is good,
But looking in the mirror,
I can't lie.
Maybe its a rabbit hole
That I've stumbled into.
Descending faster and faster,
And the people have lost hope.
They lost hope in me,
I've lost hope in them.
Maybe compassion is what I need?
Maybe some psychological help.
To deal with the s**t,
I've learned to bury.
I've lied too much,
Mainly to myself.
But when no one corrects you,
And time marches on,
What does truth become?
An obscured and bent vision.
Molded to fit the eyes,
And the mind behind.
But who to blame?
Myself? Maybe the rents?
The stone that was put on me?
The chain that bound me?
No one taught me to deal.
Only to hide.
I learned to cry silently,
Hold the pain within.
But when you let something nasty grow,
What can you expect?
Other then a putride result.
Maybe the soul within,
Is what has made it so hard.
It isn't me, I can hear him.
Sometimes he gets the better of me,
One day he'll get out,
The day I'll glady welcome.
I was reaching out, in quiet desperation.
They burdened me with this stone,
thinking I could cope.
Yet its to heavy, and growing harder yet.
I cannot keep this up,
not without a hand.
Its dragging me down,
bringing it all to an end.
Would you help me to carry the stone?
Just maybe, if someone would come,
I could see this through,
regain my strength again,
finally recuperate,
get on my feet again,
and see this to the end.