A place where I don't feel judged when I confess, A site I Find words to the feelings I cannot express, A space I assess the feelings I suppress, A zone I showcase the qualities I possess.
There was a time i got accustomed to the fast life. Popping pills to cope with the strife, as it shifted my mental lane. In order to stay sane, I had to change gears, switch lanes, move at Godspeed.
i still do not know the poem i've been trying to write and maybe that's because i haven't been writing one at all or maybe it's because the poem i've been trying to write is not ready for paper and maybe i'm the paper that's not ready for it
Same old **** just a different day. What does that really portray ? What can you do when you don’t have much of a say ? Feels like you’re stuck in the mud and everything around you is bad. With time as your only ally, do what you can to get by and always give it your best try.