Damn This Life

Penned a lot of words and metaphors but they all flew away,

Collected pieces of myself I found by the shore but the tides stole them all.

I wear my heart on my sleeves,

So when I break, I break like the waves;

A thousand droplets scattered into the ocean,

All for me to find.

Damn this life, and the little progress I've made,

Damn these fears that shoved me to the cliff,

Damn these shackles on my ankles sinking me to the abyss.

Is this what God had in mind when He made me?

I thought I've prayed all my anxieties away,

I thought leaving would make me forget them all.

I wear my heart on my sleeves,

But I'm teaching my hands how to roll them up,

And get ready for whatever comes.

Damn all these worries.

Damn all these possibilities.

Damn this heart of mine for feeling too much.

What did God have in mind when He made me?

I have no choice but to become a tyrant,

Wreck all the things in my way, blow through storms,

Rage angrier than them, hold darker clouds.

So damn all these curses, damn all these nightmares,

I'll have to live to find out who I can become.

I'll just have to live anyways.

Ref's ~