Friday, April 29, 2016

"Sometimes We Struggle" ~ Trying to Explain What It's Like

Today I tried to write it all down;
Because I wanted you to see;
What it's like; how I fight;
That it's painful, being me.



Each day is a struggle,
For what most of you just
Take for granted; think is normal;
For me, those times are few.

The barriers that rise up; they are
Made of concrete and stone;
They block my path; I can't get past;
It's the only way I have ever known.

The weekend's here; you want to go out,
I try but can't stay, I leave instead;
I feel I'm mourning a loss;
Of something inside me, that has died.



Tomorrow could be different;
"Maybe you'll handle it well"
Says the voice in my head;
That's just as tired of this hell.

While everyone else shoots for the moon,
I stumble and fall; knowing it's better
To claw my way through a day,
Than to be left with nothing at all.