Happiness, What a chore.

Whole days gone in the tussle of making cash.   
Whole nights gone in the hustle of finishing the stash. 
Trying to open my eyes but the light creates glares. 
Trying to open my heart but my soul it impairs. 
Each step is important so I take the stairs. 
No one knows my missteps so I take the glares. 
Like lightning my energy comes and goes with a sizzling flash.
Like thunder my emotions sound off with a frightening crash.
Trying to feel alive by taking up lucrative dares.
Trying to feel free by ridding myself of all cares.
Lying on my back and say it's to see the stars.
Lying to myself and say it's to hide the scars.
Oh can't you see I'm killing myself by trying so hard.
But unfortunately im all in and down to my last card.