November 2010
1 post
Held Down
Forced to live my life as a piece of shit,
Crammed into the gutter of society.
No progression, constant conflict.
No means of escape, but I’ll keep clawing my way out.
I’ll fight this war of inward attrition,
Until this demon becomes my savior.
Out of my mind comes a portrait of my family.
My friends have been there for me, where we you?
No where to be found as I’ve been...