Unrelenting

The Old Dead Tree

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I can't hide
Myself from this terrible
Feeling of
Frustration that finally
led me out
Of reality, leaving
Me without strength.
How can I face myself?

It's growing
Inside my mind
A threat I can not define

This strange feeling screams,
Deafening as a Horn,
Since the day I was born

Shall I stop
And try to face it
Burning in stifling heat?

I'm on my knees
What the hell is that thing?
It is unrelenting

This is the sad story
Of a boy in love with apathy
But feel no mercy my friends
The boy will ask for help until the end of time

I'm feeling sad
I'm feeling sick
I'm feeling bad
But I'm too weak to face this decline

It is always by my side
This feeling's driving me mad
And now I can only implore

But they don't want to give me the love I'm begging for

In their eyes
I can see
The spite and the growing anger toward me

But what else can I do for them?
I do my best, it's true

I'm not able to live on my own
So please just leave me alone
What the hell can I do for them
If I don't feel ashamed?

This is the sad story?
Of a boy in love with apathy