Pains of Life

As I listen to Pearl Jam, thinking about what to write
I sink into my relative that I am bored of living this lie.
I am listening to random music where i can relate,
I feel sad and depressed and alone, even if I am not alone I feel alone, hurt.
Music is about hurt and sorrow but it also about light and love within the darkest place
I not well it seems; I feel sick to wake up every morning and look in the mirror to
to see, not my skin not my body it what I see in my eyes they peer into my soul,
I know my soul it dark painful, my heart is not blood red is black, my soul has no color.
I can not take life anymore I ready to end it all but then
I think it might get better tomorrow.
It most likely won't but I am to scared to do the deed...
I listen to the Used as I normally did as a teen I rock out but the feelings remain inside
I am enjoying the emoness of my heart, I sit in my room typing away faster now
I scream the song, "take take it away!!!"
Thinks Bert's voice as enough pain for the both of us
as I remember those carefree but hurtful years wishing to get them back as painful as they
where I was free, of all this pain as an adult.
The pain you must keep bottled because You have the fear of being labeled insane,
truly wondering if you are, and that is the true pain and anguish of it all adulthood