Page 8 - Written Feelings

stuck

between the gutter and the rain
I feel myself going insane
I feel my smile getting stolen
I feel my mind go numb again

I'm getting used to all this pain
Happiness is a paper plane
Flying over my tears, an ocean
So high, I can never attain

I’m lost while knowing every lane
I’m going limp without a cane
Suffocating, my breath I'm holding
Its confusing and so inane

Its only darkness in my brain
Its poison coursing through my vein
My heart is aching, getting swollen
My efforts know one way, the drain

What’s a lion without its mane?
Who is Abel without his Cain?
Definitions without the colon
Who's crazy when no one's sane?

I'm moving, I aboard the train
I drive it, and I pull the chain
I know the only way is falling
I'm giving in, I'm fully fain