Easy, Empty

For so long,
I've done it the easy way—
Running
Hiding
Playing games
Being immature
Because that's the easiest thing
During the moment
But once the moment passes
The relief flees with it
And all of a sudden
Another spirit
Another force
Has a grip on you
A control over you
And no longer is it easy
When you look back
From the long miles that you've traveled
You feel empty
Hurt
Broken
Like a failure
Because you didn't accomplish anything good
You only gained evil
And a heart for it
Absent of anything
Everything
Abused
Alone
Flooded in your own tears
empty
All because you thought you took the 'easy' way
Well it turns out
That easy means empty
And painful
In the end
So make the right choice;
Not the easy choice.