I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Hi, I am really not drunk or high I'm just really in need to reach the sky To those pearly gates mounted so high for me to climb
By Harydo Neon2 years ago in Poets
And there I stood Staring at the beautiful symphony A beautiful mix of love and disgust A written depiction of what it means to be lost
You have so many flaws Me? I think I am your worst I have put you between a hard place and a rock Hard place? The most familiar face I'm known for
I feel like the forgotten one The one who gets the late invitations to fill up space The one who is feeling left out every time
She's not okay, she knows she not She thinks she has something inside that's rot She sabotages anyone who comes close because she is scared to knot
A single sip to taste Another sip to confirm what you tasted More sips to finish what you started Making the tea again, how the cycle started
Through the pains and through the griefs Like a farm that has way more weed State of confusion and state of hurt I want to leave but I don't have the gut
What is love without hurt? What is faith without doubt? What's laughter without pain? What's moving on without being stuck?
I guess it isn't news that me and insomnia signed a deal Overthinking , the enemy who comes and steal peace Worry, the one who lays next in bed with me
Now they say you only truly love once One with over-and-beyond, no matter the cost One that helps you get the animals, with you ,into the ark
It used to be all darkness With absolutely nothing , zero energy to harness I tried a lot to get out of this sunken place
I feel something growing deep within me Encroaching towards everything that once made me happy Always thinking about the negatives in every situation
