||My soul haunts me
My demons taunt me
I can't speak
I can't answer
I can't hold on
Tears roll down my cheecks
in a stream
you think I'm weak
well you're wrong!
I'm fucking strong for holding on
I'm fucking human to
let it all out
I want to shout
I want to scream
But I can't because
you'll think of me as
weak
Yes
yes I know I blew my chance
I invited trouble for a dance
But I don't need you
to remind me a
billion times
Yes
yes I fear when I talk to a
stranger
Yes
yes you're right this generation is
soo "fucked up" and that
I have it easy
Anxiety feels like a
rope strangled around my
neck
Not letting me live
not letting me have the
satisfaction to die
Yes
yes it's all
"in my mind"
You don't have an idea
on what a mind can
hide
It doesn't let me breathe
it doesn't let me
suffocate enough to
end
It tortures my soul
my soul cries scarlet
red rivers
My body entangles itself in
self destruction
blue exteriors
black interiors
Yes
yes you're right I will have a
hopeless mediocre life
Yes
yes you're right
I'm not capable of
anything or anyone
Yes
yes you're right
the cruel world will eat me
alive
Everything will not be a
Disneyland ride.
A scary roller coaster
but hey!
I was never afraid of heights
I'd rather be eaten by the world
then my own fucking self
Yes
yes you're right
to not trust me anymore
Yes
yes you're right
I should just give up
as you have given up on
me
But I can't
I fucking tried
my mind is a
never ending game of dice
named life
There are two players
Sad
and
Happy
The game is biased
Sad wins
it's daily life
Happy wins
my mind makes me guilty
it lets Sad win
again
This endless cycle
people say equality is only a
"concept of mind" it doesn't
exist in real life
Well they are wrong
equality is
neither
virtual
nor
real
it doesn't exist!
It never ends in tie
if it does
I'd call it
death
But then too
life
dies
for
death
death
never
lives
for
life
where's the equality in that?
My mind
median between the
sweet lie
and
bitter truth
death being the lie
It pushes me to the
giving up limits
and pulls me up
enough to be right there
stuck in the edge
Yes
thank you
Thank you
for telling me worse about my life
but know this!
My mind is capable of worst||
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