Wearing the Fog
Going through life is an everyday struggle,
Friends wear me out,
And talking is a trouble,
Maybe speaking is the answer,
These thoughts spread like cancer,
Numbing my bones and destroying my joy,
Some use drugs to feel a rush,
I guess they just need hope,
I just need someone, something to trust,
Possibly that is the reason I shelter myself in sorrow,
Not needing people,
Too scared to think about tomorrow,
Tomorrow is sadness, darkness, more pain,
My thinking this way,
Is there anything to gain?
What do I care though?
I have nothing to lose,
I don't feel a thing,
Should it be happiness I choose?
I guess this conversation with myself will end mid-dialogue,
Because the more I think,
The more happiness is lost in fog.