When the monsters in your head and your demons come to play, and you can’t find rest or comfort and your peace is chased away.
When nothing good makes sense, and sleep is just a dream. You know your barely living, just existing in between -hope and giving up, cause your motivations gone. Nothing feels right, everything that can’s, gone wrong.
It feels like you’re finished, flailing, falling all apart. You just cant get ahead, the stress is choking out your heart. You lie awake in bed at night, trying to figure out a plan. But you’re just so overwhelmed your life is completely out of hand.
One tiny speck of hope, a small escape, is all your begging for. A chance to catch your breath, collect yourself and get your body off the floor. But another blow comes blindly, knocks you further than before. Surrendering sounds easier, you’re sure you cannot take much more
Still you wipe off the dirt and stand up, desperation makes you try it all again. Because nothing good comes easy, so go on and flaunt that ball and chain. Cover up your wounds with fierceness, pride, some tape and Novocain.
No need to cry, nobody cares, it’s all been left to you. To quit, withdraw or change your fate….
So, what are you gonna choose?
