Heart flickering, palpitations surge,
Wrist watches ticking like time bombs,
Watching TikToks, escaping without fathom,
Disappearing phantoms—
It was never enough.
Rough edges, clean cuts.
The heart aches, when it’s giving up.
I never chased the fox,
I felt too tough,
A roaring bear in a cage, I messed up.
To look behind and see another me,
Another us,
I was too tough, so I rotted with iron bars.
Chained up, thoughts swirling, beaten up,
I covered it up, I can’t make this up.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 12:19 AM UTC
Heart flickering, palpitations surge,
Wrist watches ticking like time bombs,
Watching TikToks, escaping without fathom,
Disappearing phantoms—
It was never enough.
Rough edges, clean cuts.
The heart aches, when it’s giving up.
I never chased the fox,
I felt too tough,
A roaring bear in a cage, I messed up.
To look behind and see another me,
Another us,
I was too tough, so I rotted with iron bars.
Chained up, thoughts swirling, beaten up,
I covered it up, I can’t make this up.
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