Pressure building inside my head,
My eyes feel the pulse and eyelids lead,
I don’t want to be here with no one around,
Under a blanket of lonely, don’t want to be found.
The fear is real, the shock obtuse
My thoughts intrusive without real use.
Inside my brain no place for a man,
No driving forward, of the past, no fan.
I try to see good, in all and everyone,
The bad sneaks back, by getting put down,
I can’t do right for doing wrong,
But I keep trying, as I have for so long
Don’t look for sympathy, it can’t be found
Within the circle of love there is only bland
Agreement of everything, anything to keep
this piece of my world from falling asleep.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
Pressure building inside my head,
My eyes feel the pulse and eyelids lead,
I don’t want to be here with no one around,
Under a blanket of lonely, don’t want to be found.
The fear is real, the shock obtuse
My thoughts intrusive without real use.
Inside my brain no place for a man,
No driving forward, of the past, no fan.
I try to see good, in all and everyone,
The bad sneaks back, by getting put down,
I can’t do right for doing wrong,
But I keep trying, as I have for so long
Don’t look for sympathy, it can’t be found
Within the circle of love there is only bland
Agreement of everything, anything to keep
this piece of my world from falling asleep.
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