Heavy chest, a struggle to inhale,
Stranded in my own despair.
People are now the ammonia.
Triggers for my misophonia.
A choice predicted to change fate
Never thought I'd fall in hate.
Strength that's holding back the rage,
One step closer... on the edge.
Now I walk on this fine line.
Never stepping on cloud nine.
And I'm told that what is mine
It's already put aside.
And I wonder, what's my destiny?
Never saw the good of me.
Always out of harmony.
Wishing to live happily.
Now I know how Atlas felt.
No one there but himself,
Holding heavens while in hell.
Was it worth for what he bled ?
And all this states of mind,
I can't escape, I must comply.
One last message, no reply.
Maybe one day I'll be fine.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 7:33 AM UTC
Heavy chest, a struggle to inhale,
Stranded in my own despair.
People are now the ammonia.
Triggers for my misophonia.
A choice predicted to change fate
Never thought I'd fall in hate.
Strength that's holding back the rage,
One step closer... on the edge.
Now I walk on this fine line.
Never stepping on cloud nine.
And I'm told that what is mine
It's already put aside.
And I wonder, what's my destiny?
Never saw the good of me.
Always out of harmony.
Wishing to live happily.
Now I know how Atlas felt.
No one there but himself,
Holding heavens while in hell.
Was it worth for what he bled ?
And all this states of mind,
I can't escape, I must comply.
One last message, no reply.
Maybe one day I'll be fine.
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