My Own Prison

April 11, 2010

I lose my breath every time I step
Sometimes I feel like I have nothing left
my body gets weaker each day as the sky turns gray
lady luck’s not on my side, least not today
voices in my head tell me things will be ok
people around me say just keep the faith
I say its kind of hard to pray
with a problem you have could lead to your last days
body’s out of gas yet i cant rest
the worlds on my shoulders causing pain in my chest
i need a moment of sleep, sometime to weep
a quiet spot to clear my mind and retreat
i just wanna be alone for a minute
so i can be rational and stop being a cynic
my own worst critic, trapped in my own prison
sitting around pondering the way that im living.


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