It’s that gut turning deep-seated feeling
when you wanna quit, break, and cry
except you cannot find any good reason to
as a consequence, the well comes up dry.
Days go by and unwanted anger sets in
loneliness begins to build discontentment,
people sense this, finally leaving you alone
pseudo-split personality develops resentment.
I feel upset when I finally get what I want
in the boredom of not having to seek it,
Anxious hands start to stutter lines of code
only as much as this evil will selfishly permit.
Dismal starry-less nights come and quickly pass
reoccurring nightmares of my past soon aggravate,
the Devil’s hand on my neck has also grown tired
absent-minded nomadic lifestyle begins to captivate.
Impractical dreaming of life out on the open road
to fly solo, cross country, just a pack on my back,
I could never do such a thing realistically knowing
that all my worries could not fit into just one knapsack.
So the pain drives deeper into my soul once again
loneliness arises, triumphantly making me nervous
as the pain in my chest grows tighter and tighter
struggling to hold my breath just waiting to resurface.