Still trap in the midst of nowhere
Lost in the void of self doubt
Stepping in the pile of nails
I feel myself spinning in the whirl of self made confusion
Is it necessary to blame someone , for what am I now?
Or should I face the facts?
The facts that still haunting me until now,
The facts that slapped me straight in the face.
It is a fact beyond this unreasonable doubt
A fact that competes my fantasies
Or is it my ****** past that still chokes me
Or is it me that is afraid to face the facts.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
Still trap in the midst of nowhere
Lost in the void of self doubt
Stepping in the pile of nails
I feel myself spinning in the whirl of self made confusion
Is it necessary to blame someone , for what am I now?
Or should I face the facts?
The facts that still haunting me until now,
The facts that slapped me straight in the face.
It is a fact beyond this unreasonable doubt
A fact that competes my fantasies
Or is it my ****** past that still chokes me
Or is it me that is afraid to face the facts.
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