Death is in my brain and I can't escape it.
I feel the pressure on my brain, and I can't maintain the weight.
It hurts.
My own mother doesn't know my pain that I'm currently dealing with.
She is very hearing impaired.
But it doesn't matter.
I keep imagining my brains being blown away by my own hands.
I've understood that I have demons to release.
I'm...
This probably the first time for me being scared close to death.
I'm sure most of you know the feeling.
But I'm so close to two things.
Death and success.
I don't know why, but brain is strafing more towards death.
I can actually see my success.
Others barely see it.
My mom talks about depression, but doesn't see me or listen.
I listen to her problems all the time.
I feel like the parent who's supposed to listen.
Why don't you listen?
More words are being put in this.
My books need more words.
Don't you think?
If I could just sleep for hours without waking up. I would probably see something worth my writing.
If that means anything.
Neglected depression is something that seems to happen a lot right?
I wanna run away from my life and family. Even though these words are stopping me.
I dont want to see anyone I know at the moment.
Something is holding on to me tightly and their not letting go of me, and I'm glad.
But I'm wondering if I'll let go...
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Abandoned Lyrics
PoesíaHe is lost within his brain and he likes to call himself Xavier. He wants to run away from himself and everyone else, but if he did. He would feel regret, anguish, and stupid. I'm thinking of many ways I could go, but choose not to, so I write these...
