dear diary

Drowning in the constant noise, Pressure of a ghost, squeezing my throat All eyez on me, my soul for all to see, Damaged, beaten and weak, Addictions didn’t work, it’s redemption I seek Always being followed, feels like I’m being swallowed, I’m hollow in my sorrow, Will I see tommorow, what is there left, I’ve wasted years and yet, I’m just an empty vessel, a waste of potential dead, To be sick in the head, to be better of dead, wake, repeat, and stress Is it to late, is there anything left on the plate, could of been a somebody, but what a surprise i ain’t, why was I born, if nobody wanted to mold me, why was i born if nobody wanted to hold me, why was I born for people only to scold me, left on my own, now my broken mind controls me, Anger and rage, bottle it, anger and rage bottle it, one day it’s going to explode but I cannot keep hiding it, keep it to myself, people got there own problems, don’t want to stress the missus, so I’m swimming in my own bottomless, lift me up please, I’m scared and I’m weak, but the only voice I hear, is the voice I try to leave, breathe, breathe, it will all be over soon, sleep the cousin of death, will take me from the stress, then tommorow it will be Groundhog Day for me…………will this ever get easy