Defeat the darkness and become yourself.
The world feels like hell.
Cant write.
Cant think
Rocks on my feet
Cant float
Going into sink mode.
Whos me.
Nothing seems to be making any sense.
But the world is a fan and I am the monkey wrench.
Escape.
Running from it all while trying to create a better place. To spend life not being a waste.
Out of what to do next. And its getting tense.
Like the water that I am swimming in
Is concrete getting thicker and.
What does it mean to crawl out of this hell.
Down the sink but the water is well.
Doesn't matter how far that you fail.
Cause the further you fall you become yourself.
Why rely on anyone else to feel love.
Like you deal drugs to receive hugs.
And hope to stop all the brain bugs.
And what do you do when the rain comes.
the pain sucks. Out the positive
you give out zero fucks.
The logic isn't logical and you stay stuck.
Trying to remember what real was.
But the real comes from figuring out
Who you where and who you want to become.
And a flood of blood hits your heart box.
Like your souls still here but your hearts stopped.
And you can't find yourself until you get lost.
You are your own God. The question is the cost of what it will take for you to realize who you are. And how far you will go to make sure you dont fall off. The pay off is ŵĺpppppĺlppppĺuplĺlplĺlllìììùùùuu yourself as you.
Don't get trapped hyperfixated on the problems and issues.
Defeat the darkness and become yourself.
The world feels like hell.
Cant write.
Cant think
Rocks on my feet
Cant float
Going into sink mode.
Whos me.
Nothing seems to be making any sense.
But the world is a fan and I am the monkey wrench.
Escape.
Running from it all while trying to create a better place. To spend life not being a waste.
Out of what to do next. And its getting tense.
Like the water that I am swimming in
Is concrete getting thicker and.
What does it mean to crawl out of this hell.
Down the sink but the water is well.
Doesn't matter how far that you fail.
Cause the further you fall you become yourself.
Why rely on anyone else to feel love.
Like you deal drugs to receive hugs.
And hope to stop all the brain bugs.
And what do you do when the rain comes.
the pain sucks. Out the positive
you give out zero fucks.
The logic isn't logical and you stay stuck.
Trying to remember what real was.
But the real comes from figuring out
Who you where and who you want to become.
And a flood of blood hits your heart box.
Like your souls still here but your hearts stopped.
And you can't find yourself until you get lost.
You are your own God. The question is the cost of what it will take for you to realize who you are. And how far you will go to make sure you dont fall off. The pay off is ŵĺpppppĺlppppĺuplĺlplĺlllìììùùùuu yourself as you.
Don't get trapped hyperfixated on the problems and issues.
Defeat the darkness and become yourself.
BURDEN
