The Overthinking Addict

Mistakes..

So this is not a true story that happened to me... Just a piece I got bored and decided to write

Took the cover off the pen and I was soon naked. Spilled my soul on a page but yeah people said I faked it. Saw the memories in those words, yeah they flashed before me. Censored bars on these rhymes to hide the nudity. If it was a scene in a movie, it'd be an inaudible silence or rated R for the intense, graphic violence. Cuz I kill with these lines, when you read them, you weep. Over thinking things till you drown in your sleep. Contemplating and concentrating on the mistakes you've made. Overdosing and sinking into a world where it morphs and then fades. Trying to escape from the hell that holds you with a bottle in your hand,your voice on mute, oh cmon man! Replaying scenarios in your goddamned head, destroying your mind, trying to rewind or fast forward to a day where you're dead. Who knew words can seep into your skull and mess with your mentality? No mortal kombat but its surely a fatality. You try to combat and comfort the truth with a lie, but you'd take it to your grave, dragging the burden when you die. The truths hurts and you're now in a lot of pain, seeking for a hopeless soul to just pass the blame. When these lyrics enter your bloodstream and course through your veins, they stir within your bones until you're no longer the same. Its sets fire to the back of your head and burns your happy thoughts, leaving you with negativity, turning your brain to rot. All that you had, melts before your eyes, your breathe in the truth and swallow hard on the lies. On your tongue, lies the taste of the dishonesty you possess, sour like your soul that's heavy and distressed. Chained down, like a slave to your emotions, you started believing in drugs, getting high off the potions. Lemme guess, you just want to get away, and cloud 9 is far enough? Bottling these feelings that you sip from, you're tough? Remember when you touched my skin and said that you had me? I remember too, ever so fondly. It was a cold, lonely night and the moon was boasting, brighter than my future while a cricket was chirping. You removed my clothes and devoured my soul, but how didn't I see that it was your goal. The stars all in line, pointing to a direction I should have gone. Illuminating the exit till dusk turned dawn. But it was all over and when I got up, you weren't there. Not even a note and I was trembling with fear. But I've been hearing all around that I was quite good, not that great of a body but good enough for some wood. It was the day I opened my heart to experience new things, little did I know that I was a fling. But tell me more about what you told your friends, that you saw me naked ? You haven't seen anything yet with that portrait you painted. See, I am much more than a body you touched, if I can put a number on it, 3 to be exact, isn't enough. You saw parts of me from the outside and preached, but remind me, what part of my soul did you reach? You touched my body, but my heart didn't feel, I should have known from then it wasn't real. So here is a note and I hope that you choke on it, bleed on the inside and swallow your own vomit. Bite your tongue and hope that you last, cuz when this is over, I'll have a blast. See, bare skin doesn't mean that you've seen all of me, if you wanted me naked, you should have tried some damn poetry.