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A Life Of Chryme
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IP:
Fighting To Die
The Beginning
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The consistancy of anger is profusely trigured now and then
Speech studdering, lack of hearing please speak again
Acting like a suspensefull game never getting to it's end
Crumbling to pieces vastly right past me it's now my life to mend
Friends wont pretend they voice my problem.....to them
Them are the people who don't understand the minds of few men
Aspiring to die, you question my thoughts but they are so pure
My sickness is wanting death..yet my death is my only cure
This is my fight galaxies beyond will toon in to watch
Untill my breathing is put on hold and suddenly my life stops
A conspiracy is what you call it, maybe even a cry for help
Though you would not think that if you knew the pain that I felt
Each day life gets shorter as do my thoughts are a menace
Doctors try to say I'm fine..when really im schizophrenic
Thoughts processed slower as my taste for life begins to fade
My fight for life has become my Fight to die in less than one day
Emotions mixed it's not sufficient enough for me to live
Precious life is sacraficed don't argue it's mine to give
You won't notice the absence nor will you shed tears to cry
Just like I won't fight to live..when im only fighting to die
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The End
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A LIFE OF CHRYME
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