Tough breaks are the only kind that I get
I keep looking at the horizon, the sun still hasn’t come up yet
I’m so tired of fighting this battle
tired of being herded like cattle
I try to be the kindness that I want to see in the world
My intentions are trampled on the ground, tossed up and hurled
I no longer feel excitement when something good comes along
It’s always temporary, it won’t stay for long
Something will come up, something will happen
I can’t escape this cycle that I’ve been entrapped in
Something doesn’t want me to be content
So here I am, moaning in lament
the death of me just might be the rent
I feel I’d be much happier just living in a tent
My path is always being bent
Wont ever form a straight line, for some reason it just can’t
Motivation to keep going is what I lack
I can’t continue, I’m going to crack
I’m wanting to return
to that deep-nothing black
I keep running full speed down this one way track
But every step I take is 3 steps back
About the Creator
Q. F. Stewart
Writing helps me analyze myself, seeing my feelings on paper helps me understand them. I hope to reach those who relate to my writings, you’re not alone, it gets better.
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