The Gift of Misery

Ok. This is a song that I wrote the other day. It's depressing, but it's reflective of my headspace when I wrote it.

"The Gift of Misery"

The tears I shed
Have never dried.
The voice in my head
Never lied.
He told me I was a monster,
So I believed it.

He scraped away
Bits of my soul.
Day after day,
I would never be whole.
He told me I was imperfect,
So I achieved it.

For two dozen years,
I crashed and I burned.
I gave nothing
And got it in turn.

The truth in the lie,
The fire in the ice,
The pain in the heart,
It doesn't think twice.

The fear in the dawn,
The hope in the night,
The gift in the misery,
Better end it right.