Another day I wake another day I ache
Finding other new ways to fake
the smile that I make.
The time that I take to reflect on my mistakes
Am I moving to fast should I just pump the breaks.
Probably not I got to many dreams that I need to become real
On the road to riches but son of bitch I just lost my front wheel.
Going off track I’m going off the trail
Trying to keep it together
for the better so I can inhale.
Somedays I’d say I can make hard look easy
But then the smallest task can easily beat me
Energy draining when the pain
is constantly aiming at my brain
Creating idea’s with my fears
I can take crazy an make it seem sane.
Unstable or just unable to heal correctly
Disable hate an enable love to accept me.
Tired of concealing sadness
while feeling the madness multiply
I need some happiness more like a bulk supply
Before I earn my wings like a beautiful butterfly.
We all get in that mood not trying to be rude just learning the process
Might not be what you expect could be dealing with death, stress or just nonsense
My hearts hurting brains converting my joy into misery
My mental health is slippery
where my pain stems from is still a mystery.
Not sure why I’m crying or feel like I’m dying on the inside
Thoughts are dividing there’s no denying that I have tried.
I’m like a tree without leaves or the sea without water
Wish I had a spell for depression can someone tell Mr. potter.
No need for commotion we need a potion
for the ones that have frozen emotions
Just to be happy I’d show my devotion
By searching the bottoms of every single ocean.
My mental health is usually dealt with by writing an working out
Go run it’s fun feeling the breeze but the birds in the trees are chirping the words of doubt
Life can be beautiful but as usual I am under the weather
If happiness was gold I’d be old before I ever found that treasure.
Taking extreme measures
trying to be clever
all toxic ties will be getting severed
Is it for the worst I think it’s for the better.
Murrmanski
