II.
I’m not heartless,
Just fighting my demons.
Just hurting and healing,
And healing and hurting.
Just stuck in this vicious cycle of hope and helplessness,
Yet, I remain expressionless.
Get me out of here.
A.
Welcome To My Creative Space
II.
I’m not heartless,
Just fighting my demons.
Just hurting and healing,
And healing and hurting.
Just stuck in this vicious cycle of hope and helplessness,
Yet, I remain expressionless.
Get me out of here.
A.
There are nights where I fall,
Back into a state of depression.
On those nights, I can barely crawl,
Because I am crippled by my own transgression,
Judged by weak bodies of power who have no real jurisdiction,
Only knocking you down so it looks like they are standing tall.
But before I receive my final verdict, I urge you to answer me this last question,
Is it okay to have you replenish this cup of sickening alcohol?
As on these nights, Theres nothing I want more than an induced infarction.
Love,
A
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