Freestyle #2

Truthfully though, my mind is being buried.
By these stress-filled burdens I carry.
And while I feel like burying myself right beside it,
This conviction that makes me push myself also makes me deny it.

So maybe I’ll start in the most common of areas.
Problems we all share.
Losing so much at once. Relationships, friendships.
Wondering why the pain is always there.

Pain is a friend, however.
Don’t mistake it for your enemy.
Friendships come and go.
Pain never deserts thee.

It’s good that it does not.
For pain is a teacher as well.
Ask some of the strongest people how they survive
You’ll find their scars at the core of the story they tell.

After all, the closest you can come to death without dying,
Is giving birth. Bringing into this world a life.
So to experience joy, you’ve got to feel pain.
Never give up on this fight.

You don’t have to listen to me though.
I don’t know everything.
I don’t want to.
I want the same thing you do.

To survive life.
Even if it means to do so without a wife.

I don’t know why I just can’t get her off my mind.
Is it even her anymore or just the feeling?
What am I missing?
When did I fall in love?

Maybe it happened the first time I kissed her.
Can’t be sure if I hate her or miss her.
Can never escape that stupid prom picture.
As long as I see your face, I’ll miss ya’.

Falling in love is such a dangerously beautiful thing.
Although it isn’t the only thing on my mind.
It’s just the thing I can stand to think about all the time.
The easiest about which I can rhyme.

I was so much hers, it’s scary.
I would’ve married her if we were ready.
In fact, I was planning it before the first split.
Just couldn’t find the right way to say it.

I was a prisoner of love.
Chained up and subdued by her smile.
Had so many chances to escape
But didn’t realize them all until now

So I just sat tied by the ropes called love,
To a chair called misery. Go figure.
The gun in her hand to end it all,
Does she pull the trigger?