| Match against myselfHits: 2704Thought this would get better…
But it only seems to worsen as the days pass…
My happiness has deceased,
I knew it wouldn't last…
The anger has built up inside,
I'm ready to break loose…
I won't be able to take much more of this abuse…
My body's twitching, mind gone blank…
I'm outraged by all the pain that I've gone through…
I've put up afront with nowhere to run to…
Eyes as red as blood, mascara down my face…
I'm gone, discharged from this place…
My brain has decomposed from all this mess…
Some people just weren't meant to be happy I guess…
I feel like there's been a match against myself…
I'm thinking about people, while they're thinking about wealth…
I'm the victim at fault for all this hell…
Yet, no one's sensitive to it, they don't know me that well…
Author: Sarah
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