What do I do, when the odds of failure is stacked against me with low return, when the tables of everyday living turns sharp as a fresh blade, when the bridges I built for others crash and burn to the soil. What do I do, when the past memories of depression haunts me...
Stuck with no guidance in life, fighting each day with the bare knuckles that remain, battered, bruised cases of hopeless memories I wish to forget. Walk in my black shoes of darkness, witness the pain strike like lightning in the sky, the tears of anger raining heavy...
Times like this I wish I can go back, the decisions I could've changed, the people I could've left, the love I could've kept. Times like this I wish I can throw away, the pain I have created, the anger I have passed, the darkness I have painted. Times like this I know...
General-J Pain Poems