I struggle through this misery,
Making every thing scummb to insanity,
I often cry inside for I can't rest,
When I sleep at nite,
I hope to wake up the next day,
Become a new man,
With clear vision and new parole,
I am goin no where in this life,
So many others have it worse,
Then why do I picture myself-
Laying in a hearse,
No peace, even as I rest here,
Many have come to wish me goodbye,
Yet no one cried as they walked by,
They wishin for my soul to rest in peace,
But eternally I continue to greave,
Time has passed me by as I protest,
But I never looked back twice,
About my life and my struggle,
And askin lord to forgive this vice,
I hurt the ones I love the most,
Who give me a chance to share-
My thoughts and my hopes,
But I am greedy and I want more,
Couldn't see it the end if it came-
With a label marked hell,
My life will never be mine,
Until I quit these rhymes,
I am always lost and wantin to find-
Peace and happiness that was promise to me,
But no one cares if I die tonight,
My heart gives in and my eyes
Shed broken promises,
Filling the thirst of heartless raptors,
I try to survive on my own,
But this life is not right,
And I cannot continue to fight,
For no one sees this struggle,
And this lifestyle full of empathy.
