Twisted Roads

In my head is a constant war,
The pain and suffering I feel only becomes stronger,
Constantly I try and hold up a ward,
Yet I can't seem to hold on any longer.

All these paths and all these roads,
Seem to twist and turn in every direction,
The hatred burning inside me finding its abode,
Inside my heart and my mind, seeing it in my reflection

I feel like something important is burning,
Yet my mind won't let me grasp its identity,
My heart for emotion it is yearning,
And to no avail is there serendipity,

For along these twisted roads,
There is no hope and no emotion,
Because of these I pay an ode,
In the final moments as a notion,
And to this life, I will abhor