Tell me how to end the story
When the plot runs heavy
And I’ve lost all the glory.
All of my years
Spent trying to fit in
I feel alone on this stage
Alien to my own skin.
No one told me,
If I shouted out loud,
That all of my worries would
Catch me from the crowds
An nobody told me,
Sifting through clouds,
That in chasing heaven
I resembled a clown.
So if you hate me now,
Go on and give me your worst advice
I’ll take your daggers,
If only I can end this life.
Seems like no one engages with me any more, and all I do is encourage and try to write my feelings. Maybe my pain doesn’t resonate with others and that’s okay…maybe I should retire my pen.
