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I lay my head, down to rest
i know i try, always making haste
yet i feel tired, i feel stress
my body, my soul, my head, it is all a mess
i look up at the ceiling, eyes closed
yet these feelings i know will never be exposed
for i know that i bear only some weight imposed
i bear myself, afront of people's eyes
fighting deception, failiure and lies
i fight hard, every second of my life
for only the best am i allowed to strife
i bear no complains, i never can
even though the pressure crushes me, like a tin can
Alone in this world ive always been
yet only my strong side can be seen
for i crumble by the second, only holding onto conciousness
and those small glittering moments of happiness
for that is all ic an get, all i can hold
my soul ounly crumbles, from structure to mold
for friends dont exist in this unyielding world
you fight you take, and you kill without word
number one is priority in everyone's life
never stopping for a second if with others they can rely
holding onto these thoughts i lay my head
once again placing my thoughts to rest
and hope again, for another day
that these thoughts end, yet again