I just want this mind to finally be peaceful.
But my mind’s a minefield of glass pieces;
Shattered thoughts, I can’t think properly.
Feeling lonely,
Depression seems to have gotten to me.
I’ve got so many existential questions;
Not enough answers, not enough solutions.
Tryna bury all these emotions,
I might be going through an internal implosion.
If there’s some sort of magical potion;
I think I need a refill.
Listen, my inner demons are evil,
They say that happiness is illegal;
Maybe I should fuel up on some diesel,
Cause this ****’s feeling lethal.
I went under the steeple,
Thought that I could get a fix;
Thought I could get some support,
But I was met with close-knit cliques;
I realized everyone was slacking,
And no one had my back.
Backstabbers and underground rappers;
Too much chit chatter,
It’s making me a mad hatter.
Now, my story ain’t fiction,
Don’t get it wrong;
I ain’t tryna cause friction;
See, I know I’ve never belonged.
I know I’m not demonic,
These demons, they just spawned.
Not tryna be deceitful,
Simply sincere and truthful.

I’m used to feeling empty;
So, I just listen to sad songs for sad people.