I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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
By Harydo Neon7 years ago in Poets
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
I stare in the mirror, seeing the depth of my tears See the bareness, see the armour dented This inclouding fear has never worried me
Love, a beautiful and resonating symphony Hard to describe yet easy to inscribe It is the feeling of sharing your joy with another
And, action I wish this movie would come to an end Oh wait, that's not a line from this movie Life is that thriller movie without a story end
I know this is super random Just got some thoughts that I can't fathom We are all here, started from the bottom Ticked off and started throwing tantrums
What? What are you searching for? What do you live for? What do you think is important for you? Lost Lost in what is important
Maybe I am lost, maybe I am found Maybe I am 100 feet under the ground Maybe I am weak, maybe I am lazy Maybe I am filled with thoughts that drive me crazy
This is my house, Built initially to be a safe zone from the world A place where I thought I could find my peace Suddenly I feel like I should put it on lease
Here I am, in the middle of a road I didn't get to this road alone I came here with her and she is... poof, gone I guess I could agree I was... well, wrong
