
Do you feel we are there again ?
I can't write anymore
My carpals have become sore
Like a body washed up on a shore
Puzzled of how I got here after the storm
Why do I critic myself so much without grace?
Why does it feel like i am loosing a solo race?
In a loop of searching for a path, trying to trace
I need to rid myself of this bitter taste
Sabotage is a game I am good at
If it was a plane, I would be flying it in first class
Constant thoughts of " I don't deserve that"
Passive feeling of "Am i even worth that?
Cacophony of thoughts without clarity
Exhausted over my attraction towards vanity
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.



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