I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
I know you are listening , you always do It is the one thing i love the most about you I know you know what is on my mind
By Harydo Neon2 years ago in Poets
Been a moment, since I wrote dark room I realize it was always used as a tool I guess I was too scared to move on It was a cushion but that's not cool
I had a date with someone called loneliness We shared a couple of bottles the first time we met I reached to the sky, laid on the ground with nothing there
I guess I would never feel like I'm enough I mean, I knew it would be tough But growing up is just so ....rough Trying to grab unto so many pieces yet they ...fall
The war in the mind is the least talked type of war Yet it is the war with deeper wounds and larger scars We know about World wars I and II
By Harydo Neon3 years ago in Poets
Now she's sitting at the corner of her room Tired of waiting for when she escapes this cocoon She's tired of a hope that the world promised
It's hard, isn't it? Putting all those energy Analysing your steps meticulously Only to still feel empty within I mean, you try to do much because everyone always seems ahead of you
There is this inner side of living Or maybe I just overthink things The fear of imperfections Well, I guess it's the pressure
By Harydo Neon4 years ago in Poets
Dropped my pen for a long time Not sure if I have been doing fine I have been dealing with things Like a detective, only solving my own crimes
Back on tarred roads with eyes to the sky Rain pour, soul hurt, didn't have a chance to say goodbye Broken in pieces I didn't even know exists
Sunday, 07th of November Here in Harydo's mind Hair tied with a band made out of rubber Open up to me, let's see what we'd find
You aren't a stranger to my tears Even those that didn't escape out of fear Even when I chose not to see Or ignore things of which I promised not to weep
