Why do good things turn bad Or were they bad from the start Or are they always good and it’s the lens of life that changes How does one define good or bad It’s all in perspective is it not But sometimes it is black and white Does it rot like an apple Or does it enhance like wine Maybe it does depend on time For time is the key in revealing hidden secrets Where white starts to darken and black starts to fade If that is true Then let time slow… cause I’m not ready to change
Trapped overthinking for so long, Love & I shared the same air Laying right next to me Holding on to me Long after the sunrise Beyond the moment the sunsets But the life of pride Would never let us coincide Love is hell
Overthinking love will leave you lonely in all aspects..
Your brain, The overthinker, The catastrophist, The evil tinker, The Satanist, The mood sinker, The pessimist, The tempter, The terrorist, The conspirator, The misguider, The obsessor, The thought diver, Is what hurts you most.
Here we go again A familiar road to madness Becoming insane Path paved with anxiety and sadness Worthlessness is a familiar state Self-hate common practice I look forward to the day When my mood turns one eighty on its axis
Tired and numb Falling through space and time Limbo, despair Life’s cruel, it’s evil, not fair Ocean of sadness and loneliness Suffered through, for occasional islands of happiness Visas there are only temporary Permanent citizenship is only imaginary Misery is the default state of life Eased only by love, best weapon against your mind's strife
It's curious How a small stream of thoughts Uninvited, unprovoked Changes into a fast pace river That erodes happiness, causes quiver And in a blink of an eye, unnoticed, unforeseen Manages to drown you, changing into sea Cold and cruel is my own mind Were it not within me, it would leave me behind But since it still needs me in order to survive It just waterboards me, breaks me, and makes me stay alive
It is night, the Sun no longer protects from the overthinking abyss And my mind unleashes the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse Plague of Locusts in Egypt, rivers declared to be overflown Just because my mind feels sad and alone