As I stare at this empty page
with a pen in my hand
I can't put down the words in my mind
cause its all filled with illusions

A mind, full of pessimism
and I die inside,slowly, day by day,
as the demons in my head play
they say I'm weak
and make me act like a freak

I cry over my pillow all night
as there is no ray of light,
in my life...
I'm doing a war with myself
with all the negative thoughts,
in my mind...

I've lived my whole life
always underestimating myself
not really knowing what I want
letting others define who I'm
as the negativity clouded my mind

but as I think of it now,
maybe I should give myself a chance
to let my heart decide for once
as I fight with the demons of self-annihilation
to rescue myself from this self-pity

and maybe I should believe in myself for once
to create my own destiny
to actually live this only life...