No Peace

I’m angry at the world for the shit it’s thrown at me.

People dyin, love expirin, it’s all tiring.

I can’t look at it the same anymore.

Rose colored lens turned dingy, gritty, and pitch black.

I can’t silence the sound of gears that grind in my head constantly.

I’d like some peace of mind.... where I don’t have to hide while people mock me.

I used to be so happy, but becoming an adult is soul damming.

To be a child & naive is peace. Ignorance is truly bliss.

This depression watches me slip.

People around me watch me trip.

I sit here and smoke this clip.

There’s no peace for me.