Bleeding Thoughts

Yeah…

It’s me against me…

Mind’s a warzone, no referee.

I’m draggin’ skeletons, chainin’ my brain,

Every memory a weapon that’s loaded with pain.

I don’t pray, I curse, scream into the void,

My peace got murdered, my hope destroyed.

These voices don’t whisper—they riot and bite,

Every thought’s gasoline on a fire at night.

I tried drownin’ my sorrows, they learned to swim,

Now they claw at my lungs when I let ‘em in.

I’m bleedin’ thoughts that you’ll never see,

Silent screams cut deep, but they’re killin’ me.

I punch at the walls ‘til my knuckles peel,

The pain won’t fade—yeah, it’s too damn real.

My past is a ghost with a blade to my throat,

Every scar’s just a verse that I didn’t quote.

I’m a ticking grenade wrapped tight in regret,

Every second I live is a fight with death.

Don’t tell me to calm, don’t tell me “relax,”

You ain’t felt the burn of a heart collapse.

I’m a storm in a cage, I’m a howl in the dark,

Every tear is a spark that ignites the mark.

I’m bleedin’ thoughts that you’ll never see,

Silent screams cut deep, but they’re killin’ me.

I punch at the walls ‘til my knuckles peel,

The pain won’t fade—yeah, it’s too damn real.

Look—this ain’t depression, it’s war inside my head,

A slaughterhouse mind where my hope’s been tied.

I bury my hurt in these lines I write,

But it digs itself up in the dead of night.

I’m cursed with a mind that betrays my breath,

Every inhale feels like a kiss from death.

Still I spit these wounds, let the venom spray,

Better bleed on the beat than just rot away.

My pain’s my prison, my weapon, my shield,

I’m breakin’ myself just to never yield.

Hate in my veins, love buried in scars,

But I’ll scream through the dark ‘til I tear down the bars.

I’m bleedin’ thoughts that you’ll never see,

Silent screams cut deep, but they’re killin’ me.

I punch at the walls ‘til my knuckles peel,

The pain won’t fade—yeah, it’s too damn real.

Too damn real… too damn real…