To lose yourself
Is scary
As not to know
The way
You see a million directions
And you're afraid to choose
You're overanalyzing
Lose touch to any feeling
You're transparent like a ghost
There's no sense in your existence
You see no sense at all.
Like a trombone
The sound of pain in mind
Your brain gets hurt
You're stuck
Can barely breath
Why breath at all?
If you're a ghost
You're scaring, hurting others.
What a shame.
Who will be ever able to love you?
It mustnt be true, it must be a game.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
To lose yourself
Is scary
As not to know
The way
You see a million directions
And you're afraid to choose
You're overanalyzing
Lose touch to any feeling
You're transparent like a ghost
There's no sense in your existence
You see no sense at all.
Like a trombone
The sound of pain in mind
Your brain gets hurt
You're stuck
Can barely breath
Why breath at all?
If you're a ghost
You're scaring, hurting others.
What a shame.
Who will be ever able to love you?
It mustnt be true, it must be a game.
It's a process though. In darkness you can see the light even better, even if it's a tiny spot somewhere far away. Keep holding on to it.
