Torn and Fighting
Tensions rising ever higher
Real or imagined, hard to tell
Am I making the right decisions?
Uncertainty makes me want to yell.
What am I supposed to do?
This way or that, I am torn
Watching friendships strain against the wind
Or perhaps there's no reason for me to mourn
Thoughts drifting to dark places
Remembering actions from times past
Friendships hurt, impressions shaken
How much longer must memories last?
Every mistake is like a knife
Twisting deep and drawing blood
Many mistakes are likely minor
My mind rubbing each cut with mud
I do the best I can do
Doing what I can to hold onto hope
Fighting against my bleak thoughts
Wrapping around me like a rope
Despite the hatred I have for my past
I must go on, for my love and myself
My mind cannot stand against hope
My friends, my beloved, or affect my health
I'll stand tall and proud
I'll fight for my friends and those I love
Fight against this uncertainty
Rise from the abyss to the light above
That's all I can do
Mistakes will still happen
Lick my wounds and carry on
Supported by friends, I'll find my zen.
