Posted by Chris Parkes on Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I stop, cuz I drop; I lost my self again. Pushed myself past the top.
Tired I am, lost in this haze, almost being chased.
Chased by my mind, a race I can not quit. To quit I'd fall to the ground.
The invincible motivator would then punish me. It would make me sick, it would punish me till I learned.
Why is it like this; why can't I be alone in here? Who let it in?
I can't stop. I can't be sick. This is Hell.
Is it like this for all?