Page 6 - Written Feelings

Human

What a hassle being human
What a chore being alive
Everything is so confusing
We're just trying to survive

Waking up every morning
Going to sleep every night
Overlooking every warning
Looking, but we're losing sight.

Missing the bigger picture
Missing it, and messing up
Hanging to a holy scripture
Ignoring how it's corrupt

Pushing forward, pulling back
Do our best, yet not enough
Not getting cut any slack
Barefoot, on a road that's rough

Winning battles, losing wars
Jump, but be stuck on falling
No windows or open doors
No one there to hear us calling

We lose hope, we lose faith
We lose and lose, and lose ourselves
We lose count of our days
We lose track of our metal health

Until one day we breathe that breath
Knowing well that its our last
For comes the sweet release of death
For once, no worries. All is past.