My Reality Is Pain

If I could crawl into a hole and leave my troubles for a

day. If I could turn the clock back years and warn myself

of what I've became. If I could reach inside and pull the

darkness out, that would be great If I could turn myself

inside out to show you how I ache These happy little pills,

they took the edge away. The delusions all feel real and the confusion

still remains. Now my reality is stained I never fit into a mold

due to the traumas I sustained. And I feel as I'm growing old,