Scrawl

The fire in my chest

These migraines in my head

I asked them to leave, but to my plea , they turned deaf

So I sleep , hoping that I would wake up tommorow, not dead

The love in my heart

The thought in my mind

They confuse me and I can't distinguish that from their lies

So I sleep hoping I would wake up tommorow, without them

The disturbances in my life

The pains and hurt on my path

They make me feel like my worth is below the worth line

So I sleep hoping I would wake up tomorrow, with a smile

If I could change my timeline, trust me I would

Maybe change the ground on which I stood

Maybe remake decisions that was selfish and for my own good

Maybe talk less to people about my inner hood

We are all products of the things we experienced

We are all dishes on display based on ingredients

My life feels like a lab and my peace is on experiment

Sacrificed the wrong things and that was to my detriment