Frustration.

When I’m tired of living because all I do is fight
And cry myself to sleep in the late hours of night

When the thought of giving in is so infinitely sweeter
And pain will always have a way because pain’s a lying cheater

When my only real friend is the pillow I hold tight
And it’s drenched in so many tears I could literally drown

When the ceiling turns to shadow and devours all the light
And I try to force a smile but it comes out a crooked frown

When I gasp for every breath like it’ll make some sort of difference
And my sight is swallowed whole by the darkness in the distance

When the path I chose to walk becomes the path of most resistance
And I struggle with each step just to establish my existence

When the aching doesn’t go away, but it’s all I hold onto
And there’s an impenetrable wall that I plan on breaking through