Get a grip,
They say to me
You did it before,
Your mind is free.
My minds not free,
It plays these tricks
It makes me scared,
And I feel sick.
I want to fly
I want to feel,
To feel the zen
To feel so real.
I'm losing touch
I'm losing hope,
An incident
Will make me grab the rope.
I'll grab the rope,
I'll tie myself down,
I'll tie so hard,
I won't ever drown.
The fear to drown,
Means I won't swim
The demons inside,
Make it so I won't win.
They won't win
Because I'm not giving up,
You can push me to the edge,
But you'll have no luck.
I'm stronger than I look
I fight for my keep,
But when I break down,
A safe Haven I seek.
I got it under the wrap,
Got it under my wing,
Under control,
Sad is not a sin.
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Something Out of Nothing
PoetryFreedom of expression is something I wholeheartedly believe in. I put my faith into absolutely rawly showing who I am and what I feel as a human being, just like you. I feel things incredibly strongly and desire to let this all out and share with th...
