Try to focus elsewhere
Than the hurt that’s in my vein
I’m cheating on the healing
For I’m sleeping with the pain
I want it gone tomorrow
But tonight I need the strain
It captivates, it motivates
It keeps me in this lane
What would I be without it?
Would I be the same?
Continue with my writing
Would I concede the game?
The hurt is real, its present
Each and every single day
I fear to think what I’d become
If one day it went away
It clouds my mind with thunder
Yet the lightning feels so right
As I wake and fake the day
Then remove the mask at night
My cloak, my shield, my weapon
This torment is to me
My life is locked in writing
And pain; it holds the key
