My Own Hell

(A/N: Dedicated to my grandma)

This can’t be happening

Why am I always caught?

From lust, love, swastikas, swears

Maybe it’s true, good always wins

And that I shouldn’t fight life’s flow

I thought I was born to be a thorn in the world’s side

But I’m just one life out of all

I’m in too deep though, I won’t quit now

I’m not sorry, I never will be

Say what you like, practice what you preach

I won’t listen

I won’t be there to hear it

I’ll be lost in my own reality

My life

My own hell

-11:11 P.M.