You seek validation instead of truth,
Religion instead of spirituality,
Ego instead of yourself,
You take instead of giving.
Simple knowledge,As I hold this pen and paper,
Reflecting on my life.
The horrors I go through the night,
The pain I see when the sky falls.
Smiling when the sun is up,
It gets dimmer with each dawn.Waking up with a frown and a yawn,
I check myself,
It's another day, time to hate myself.
Put on that mask,
Walk through the crowds and dust,
Tell them everything is alright.
But I'm locked in a cage.Inside my brain.
I see walls, with water,
I'm drowning, somebody hold my hand,
Before I'm gone,
Maybe I will, before that time,
Let me write my story in a minute.See I've been holding myself.
Seeing from the outside in,
Fighting my soul to breathe,
The demons make me feel weak.
I'm lost,
The deep end,
With the fist fights.I feel tired sometimes.
Sleep escapes my mind,
In the darkest hours of time,
The picture is dark,
The moon is sad.
So is my face.
These words that I breathe,
Let them show what I feel,
Sitting down, under this tree,The journey begins.
The journey begins...
YOU ARE READING
THE WILLOW TREE
PoetryIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip