Stuck in a round about..
with no lanes coming out
stuck in the same damn circle of life
can’t seem to step out side and make shit right
don’t know who my opponent is in this fight
seems likes its myself, when im alone at night
cant seem to release this suffocation that’s too tight
im stuck alone in my own mind, my vice
the fear of walking of a path alone
that just keeps me stuck in this home
probably be here until im just bones
my past decisions leave me cold as stone
from the expierence of having shit go wrong
so I leave my emotions in poems and songs
thats why all my writings go back and forth like ping pong
one minute ill write of the joys of life
the next minute ill be writing about suicide
and ending this 23 year old ride
but that’s just me, and the emotions I feel
and if I didn’t express them then it wouldn’t be real
and for my friends and family id kill
but at the same time, my sanity they steal
had a rough child hood, been abused
but it’s the past just something I had to get through
and I cant sit here using that as an excuse
despite the possibility of it being the truth
im here taking one day at a time.
Until I know for sure what I want in my mind.
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