Sometimes you reach that point,
Where enough is enough,
That is the moment you realise life is too rough,
The time that you realise that,
Pain, sauffer and lies are endless in life...
You can not take your real shape,
You don’t get any chances to escape,
Doomed into a life you don’t want,
You can not be saved, they are too late...
Locked into a dark room,
Slowly sinking into doom,
You don’t want to fight any longer,
The depressing feeling is getting stronger...
No one there to say:
“You can not just go away,
So much to live for,
Not yet time to die for...”
But this poem is not really about you,
I know the truth, yes I do,
Truth is, Truth does,
But no one can make my life as it once was...