I guess I used to reside in the house of pain.
Not having an inkling.
That my negative thinking.
Was causing the sinking.
Into my own personal hell.
I was unable to breath.
Getting deeper into the point of no return.
I can still hear my screaming.
Fighting my demons.
Literally raising hell.
Somehow I could see through.
Grab hold of the things I thought were out of reach for.
Someone living in the house of pain.
Now i know there was a reason that my conscious would never give in.
So now i understand some of the reasons.
Why I can now tell.
Stories of my pain.
But these are really changing.
The rhymes that i use to erase the pain.
Now i can breathe easy.
Take control of the negative thinking.
As i quell the flames of hell.
Now I believe with good reasons.
That I should never leave this life.
Until it is my turn.