The River Runs Red…

I'm dead in places, I see so many faces,

If people feel like me, life is overrated,

I'm 40 years old but wiped out half of my life,

Traumatised from my past and killed my mind.

On the cold street under city lights,

My broken heart is dark tonight,

Life whispers "carry on with life,

Show them your inside and how to fight."

I've been told I need to go to therapy,

Unfortunately I won't accept the reality,

To think about all that has gone on,

We're still here, still here and going strong!

I used to think as the days went by, the idea of happiness was a sheltered lie,

I feel judging eyes and fake smiles, yet I sabotage myself and the tears won't dry,

On the cold street under city lights,

My broken heart is dark tonight.

Life whispers "carry on with life,

Show them your inside and how to fight."

Time shows that I'm heavy on myself, I'm an obesity machine that won't accept help,

People say they could shake my head, I'm an accident waiting to happen that'll run red,

Do I allow people to put my pieces back together?

My worst fears are have surfaced, nobody lives forever.

Written by a man who is falling slowly,

Kind regards,

From a heart that is closing,

Read between the lines that's been said,

For I am drowning in the river that runs red...

On the cold street under city lights,

My broken heart is dark tonight,

Life whispers "carry on with life,

Show them your inside and how to fight."

"For you're drowning in the river that runs red..."