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And then...
I cant pretend i'm worth anything in the end.
Just another unsightly wound in the back of my mind.
I cannot find the meaning of this lie.
So why try to make things rhyme,
When you cant even tell the time?
It's almost the end.
And once again
I must pretend I am worth something,
just to get me through this pain.
And then...
there is a cloud so dark and dim,
I cant see within.
And then...
I begin
To decend into the darkness and i cant comprehend.
When is the end?
So I guess I'll hide alone in the dark
Where i cant be found.
But i know my own mind,
But just who could find.
Whatever's left of me to bring back to life?
I want to be found,
But it's just not that simple for me to surround
Myself with those that i love.
Because they just dont love me back.
It's my pride.
So i am alone.
It's my pride.
I guess I give up...

-Joshua D. Martinez