I don't feel like myself.
I don't feel like myself.
You don't know me and what I'm capable of. Or how stable I am when rage becomes an answer. Or a stage where I am no longer sane. Because you've turned my pain into that now, you couldn't sustain.
I don't understand why people love the loved but hate the hated. Remember the remembered but forget the forgotten? What's more rotten is a belief with no evidence. The presence of an enforcer brings them closer to hesitation. But never further from desperation.
Just wait you'll see the my effort.
Always love yourself, forgive yourself and everyone else. You are a reflection of your perception. You are created or if you like to say born with perfection. I've sworn that I do no harm to myself since I know myself that I'm not who I turned out to be. You can help yourself earn the right to be at peace. You have peace within you if you try and feel it. If you say it, to yourself you will turn out to be what you told what should be. Loving yourself is so damn profound because you turned yourself around bringing your own self to your knees begging for yourself for forgiveness for the relentless harshness you put yourself through. I love you and you'll get through only if you want to.❤️
The sky opens up. I'm out of luck. They stuck their heads out too far. Now they can't see what's near. I believe that life is unfair for everyone making it fair for everyone. I don't care if you say I'm bad. I've only just had my battles in my mind which was kind to others except me.
Never too dull. Ever so full of energy. Spill out your chemistry. Fill out your name. I love to see you soon still the same.
A dark suspenseful journey. Only I know my true enemy within me. Still me as I breath the toxic in. Still free as I roam in this caged locked only from within. My skin. I fit in my skin. So I'll love me. Even if society dreads the voice of me.
What is does mean to be alive? It feels like I've been alive but never lived. Love brings pain. So does the drug that is put in the vains. How the truth drains us out and how life knocks us out. But we wake up with the sun. Because it's never over untill it's done.
If I could wake up now. Take off the mask somehow. Into a pure state of mind. Into the future and out of the past. I would. I should know that it takes time and effort to grow.
Change comes like the wind. Every range of my aim. Was distant towards my claim. The stain is still here. I'm still here... And I fear that they might be something to fear after all.
Death comes closer into the comfort of my arms.