All these people, they are real But I'll ignore them still All these voices, they're forreal But do I really want to ****? Regardless, I don't think I could have fought this Honest, I'd be deeper down in the darkness If it wasn't for this art That God gave me as a start I'm taunted by demons, but still I write these verses But when we write, we begin to fear At the sight of what is really here By writing to face your demons you'll meet your purpose
It may not seem like a good idea at times, to use art as a way to get your emotions out and think. It would be healthier to tell real people, wouldn't it? But sometimes that can be hard, and I've found that art can actually help. It's a start, a good way to deal with my emotions for now. But sometimes when we write, we realize the unhappiness that's inside us. Then we stop writing and we stop talking and we stop thinking. But you can't stop there; you have to keep going. You have to break through this, keep writing and keep talking to people until you get better. It's okay to be unhappy; it's normal. But you can still have joy at the same time, it's possible. Don't let unhappiness criple your pursuit and stop you from what you set out to do. Push through this unhappiness to find joy, because once you've found what's not right in your life you can heal it