Written in the Dark

Sometimes I wish that I’d never wake up Sometimes I feel as if my back will break from bearing the burdens of my father Sometimes I feel as if no one understands Sometimes I feel like one more bad day and I won’t be anyone’s problem Sometimes I pray then I feel the devil’s watching Sometimes he takes those prayers and gives them broken meanings Sometimes these things being broken end up turning into broken beings Sometimes I cry at night only holding myself because who else knows what I’m going through Sometimes I get caught in a moment in the middle of a memory because I still can’t get over you Sometimes I get angry and I wish to misuse my god given powers to watch this world burn Sometimes I see others seeming happy and ponder when’s it my turn Sometimes the thought of being gone is better than the thought of existing Sometimes pushing others completely away is the only way I’m fond of living Sometimes the barrel of a gun and I share a kiss and she whispers “no one will care that you’re missing” Sometimes giving your all is the only thing we’re all used to giving Sometimes I wonder when this pain will stop Sometimes I wonder if it’s all in my head Sometimes I think of all the things I’ve fought Sometimes I wonder if these dreams will make it off the pillow on my bed Sometimes I wonder how oh how can I go back to the fun times Sometimes I know that I’m happy and these bad feelings will subside Sometimes I know that if I try hard enough everything I’ve worked for will be all mine But maybe…god I hope so. I’ll only feel like this sometimes