Time is moving at a dreary pace

My heart is beating slow, it surely aches

as if something is grasping at my heart

my mind in pain, I don't remember how it starts

These words and lies i've been told from young

the words just continuing, a song ever sung

by those who grin and smile for long

I can only nod and follow along

My smile is wide yet its crumbling apart

the paint is chipped but it has only start

to be seen by the outside world

even my father hates me, how it's unfurled

this feeling of burden on my soul

continuing around it's gotten old

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the never moving hand of time

my pain, forever, my happiness,

Souring like limes

The second hand is moving but the minute is not

trapped in this hell in which we rot

my soul is just moving through the motions

what is happiness do i deserve the notion?

My feeling of guilt has just continued on

my heart is cold yet i sing this song

all i am is a burden to be

when will I be free?

I try to run away from my own fate

I try to relax yet I just reciprocate

These feelings of tears going on

The hate, the pain, it just passes beyond!

I'm withering and it haunts me so

like a fallen rose turning black as it goes

can I ever feel love?

am I a dove only to be looked at and shoved?

shoved around and forced to submit

Life alone and this is all a git*

please just take the pain away

end my screams and suffering astray

silence my voice if that's what it takes

just give me rest from all of these fakes!