So apparently
Running is supposed to be
This kind thing that sets you free
Like if you have a depressed mind
It helps you free up what's inside
So I run
But when I run I feel this rage
It's like a building blinding haze
So I Sprint and I Sprint to escape it
But I black out and wake up
And I scream out and I throw up
It's not enough
But it's way to much
And I'm still on this road
It seems like the pain has infected my soul
So tell me mr doctor man
Can you save my dear friend
The one who screams the one who crys
The one who's locked away inside
Give me an escape and set me free
Help be what is really me
because without him
My only friend
When times get thin
I don't know where I'd be
If I don't have him inside me
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PuisiI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
