Hurting
- It’s kind of easy to say “just be strong”, when my mind is weak and all hope is gone, I dig deep inside to find the strength, my body’s tired and my muscles are tense, times like this I get the pen, I breath in and out and I count to ten, and think to myself when will this all end, from the Outside looking in, One would think I’m straight, so I put on a act and I just pretend, i thank the stars that I have one friend, I’m striving for stability and some sort of purpose, my life is just a fucked up act in a world that’s a circus, I’m not really sure and nothing is certain, if you could see through my smile that this kid is hurting, im fighting my demons, but I’m slowly reverting, back to my old ways, it seems that is the answer, my anxiety speeds up, I’m predicting a disaster, the thoughts they race, they can’t get any faster, they say after the pain then comes the laughter, I know all the questions, but where the fuck are the answers....