A Struggle Within

I'm living to survive, to provide what's needed to get by.

Inside I feel sick in my mind.

 At times I just wanna quit and die, have no tears to cry.

 I struggle and I hustle and I wrestle with the devil through all the years that have gone by.

 The truth is hard to hear when you been blind by the lies.

I Rise then I fall. I crawl giving up my all.

Everything I've lost has faded in the fog .

Memories is all I have from the past.

Nothing good seems to last.

I guess that's why it seems I never seem to have.

The pain that I sustain is eating up my brain and everything seems blurry and falling out of frame.

How can I maintain when nothing seems to change.

 I feel like I'm trapped in a cage filled with nothing but hate and rage.

A glaze of a stage that's a phase I must face.

Hoping one day it will all be erased by success, so I may rest from the stress and the mess that I created could be left as I seek and reach to do my best!