Prisoner of Life Here I sit alone in my sorrow with my head buried - TopicsExpress



          

Prisoner of Life Here I sit alone in my sorrow with my head buried in my hands. My tears constantly flow. My sadness I don’t understand. Happiness has left my soul, my heart is in pain I feel imprisoned, my mind is shackled I can’t escape the hate in these chains Verbal abuse and its issues fills my head The contaminated of all the strife weighs heavy by my side I feel like a prisoner in life I am so empty inside Brother, anger has built up in your blood Your daily repetitions flow out of proportion Overbearing eruptions has created a flood That has ultimately drowned all my emotions As, your echoing words fill my head. It’s so hard to focus on positive You don’t understand that I am trying to get ahead But all the feedback I receive is always negative Will this stressful turmoil ever end? Why can’t I live without all the issues? Will my happiness ever mend? Why do I always feel misused? One day, I’ll open my eyes. And tell life look at me, Happiness will grab those keys And finally I’ll be free 7/15/13
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 08:32:57 +0000

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