I just want this mind to finally be peaceful. But my mind’s a minefield of glass pieces; Shattered thoughts, I can’t think properly. Feeling lonely, Depression seems to have gotten to me. I’ve got so many existential questions; Not enough answers, not enough solutions. Tryna bury all these emotions, I might be going through an internal implosion. If there’s some sort of magical potion; I think I need a refill. Listen, my inner demons are evil, They say that happiness is illegal; Maybe I should fuel up on some diesel, Cause this ****’s feeling lethal. I went under the steeple, Thought that I could get a fix; Thought I could get some support, But I was met with close-knit cliques; I realized everyone was slacking, And no one had my back. Backstabbers and underground rappers; Too much chit chatter, It’s making me a mad hatter. Now, my story ain’t fiction, Don’t get it wrong; I ain’t tryna cause friction; See, I know I’ve never belonged. I know I’m not demonic, These demons, they just spawned. Not tryna be deceitful, Simply sincere and truthful.
I’m used to feeling empty; So, I just listen to sad songs for sad people.