The long run
The long run
Can I take a breathe so that I may live life the next few seconds more,
Or will the door shut in my face again, and knock me to the ground and mop me on the floor,
That's how I feel, like life uses me, abuses me , and makes me sore,
Why me I ask, but no answer, only more torture, and my face kissing the door,
So everyday I wonder if I will be ever happy, or will I once again be beaten to my core,
Physically and mentally who deserves it this hardcore,
It feels as if this is being orchestrated by Thor,
but what more can I say but to bore my way through life as it has tore me done,
I feel I am in this for the long run, unfortunately.
© 2013 Along with the wind