Scribble Scrabble

Many of times

Plenty of pain
Nothings ever a permanent change
The world is becoming depressing
My mind keeps on stressing
I'm hurting deep inside
I don't even know who I am
Let alone know what my purpose is
Just when I think I have it figured out
I'm lost in a maze, deep in layers
I've given my all
And so much more
People take pieces left of my broken soul
I can't even breathe
I'm drowning in misunderstood
This place is awfully familiar
Environment of despair
What have I done to be here
I hold on to a type of hope
That probably doesn't want to be held onto
A faith that I feel is hate
It could be worse
But it's ME who has to live with this curtain of sadness
It seems to be turning into the absence of color
A feeling of pulling the cord
Living in between dimensions
I feel like I'm living in solitude
Life must go on
But mine is now at an abrupt stop
Smothered and suffocating from hurt
It's a slow torturous death