There are times,
When I'm just a shell,
I do not feel,
Anything, for anyone.
All I feel,
Is shallow and bruised,
Used up and abused,
Forced to be someone,
I don't want to be.
Have I failed,
Somehow or some way,
Will the weight of today,
Finally pull me down to drown,
In the depths of despair,
Where I am alone,
Except for my rage...
My rage,
My pain,
I hate,
My darkest days.
My rage,
My pain,
I hate,
My darkest days.
