Lucky Ones

It's a trial by fire when life is a thorn stuck in your side,

Being pushed into introversion and fighting with borderline.

I used to shine through the darkness, but it seemed like a fiddlestick,

Why am I living for, and what's the point of continuing to resist?

Every link of this life, i'm starting a misery new ten

Each ten is like gravity, attracting me to a new thing.

A new thing with a new think, but who is the real me ?

I'm sinking into the fog, in the depth of a stormy sea.

I used to look for a ship; each ship ended up holed.

And this hole inside my chest is pushing me to hold.

I look into my mirror, but it has always been broken.

Sometimes I feel perfect, and sometimes I'm a fallen soul.

I was born in this dark tunnel; they left me without a key.

Every time I've tried to find a light, this light always flees.

I used to pray for a bowl, but I never thought about my goal.

Wishes are like a Pandora’s box; be careful what you're wishing for.

I walk among the echoes of the voices in my head,

Each whisper tells a story of the paths I should have fled.

The night becomes my shelter, and the silence turns to stone,

A crowded world around me, yet I wander all alone.

But deep beneath the shadows where the broken pieces lie,

A spark begins to tremble like a star within the sky.

Maybe hope isn't a hopeless myth, and happiness could exist.

Real friends could be found, and the lucky ones could find an end.