I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Neon, let me in, I can take care of your skeletons I think you have punished me enough for the abandoning Don't let all of this consume you
By Harydo Neon6 years ago in Poets
Change, we all want but never have it A better me is what I am needing But I can't have it, it seems like a far reach So self-doubt's next on the grocery list
Black nights, stars out, a beautiful sight And then, here I am, spilling my heart desires out Somethings really have to change, so I muster the will
Neon, how's it been? Glad to be back on the right wing I heard your cry, heard your heart. Here I am, let me in You think it's that easy? Keep dreaming
I really don't know how I found myself here But I am more worried about why I can't leave As toxic as a German beer Drunk while driving through this pain to Oak creek
I am African, I am Woman Born into a system A system where boys were entitled to education And girls taught about the shape of the kitchen
It is Hard Maybe I am blowing it out of proportion Maybe I am not paying it enough attention Maybe my mental health is at risk but I am not taking it serious
Tired, honestly I could repeat this again, I'm tired Tired of having to fake who I am Tired of trying to please those who I have around
By Harydo Neon7 years ago in Poets
What's up Addiction? How have you been? It's been a while, are you still living? Oh, I'm bere, waiting for your call Practising being clean? You'd soon give up
Hold my hand I'm not reaching out because I'm fine I'm not reaching out because on my own I can stand I'm reaching out because I am still on that route
I know, it's been two years since my last text I tried calling especially when I became very much depressed It rang but you never answered
Sometimes it comes, this feeling of never being good enough This feeling, like perfection is a drug offered on surplus Looking at the mirror as it represents my failure
