
You saw lots of things growing up
Familiar with the feeling of getting lost
Where you are coming from, only I know
Atleast you got only numb and not cold
Spent too much time trying to heal you
Certain times you are an excuse for what I do
Armor so young to protect yourself
Stories staring at you from the shelf
Got the lion's share so you couldn't duck out
Crosses you never asked for
You never complained or pout
I think we need to strip the armour ,it's been a curse
Change happened when I made effort
Feelings, more green than blue
Searched into my heart, forgave Zeus
So I am taking you now to court
I know inside you're still scared
Of what the future might have prepared
Seeing good things and thinking we deserve less
We once thought death was what would save us
The pain we had to endure
With our demons we went to war
I need you to know it wasn't pretence
Telling you this to clean up my conscience
The ship we were in did go off-course
The journey has n0t be that fun
The dream is still alive, that's for sure
Even though sleeping no longer comforts
Trying to relax and trust my chauffeur
So much effort in something obscure
I am painting in a empty museum
My psych , probably already insured
Clarity in my thoughts
Nobody's at the door
Reality sure does hurt
Holding on just hurts more
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.




Comments (1)
Wow this was deep and very insightful. The truth dose hurt, but its a starting point to grow.