Back to Nirvana
It's okay to wish you were here.
For anyone toying with me like my mind is a game,
Barking up the wrong tree, trying to drive me insane.
I just hope one day you pay for all this hate and pain you gave me trying to cloud my vision and get me to make the wrong decision.
Trying to blind me to the fact you're working with my opposition, now is the time I cut you off because you're fucking with my optimism.
Not to mention I can hear you plottin' with em'. I just stop and breathe, take a second to glisten.
I'm not worried even heat seeking missiles 'll keep missing, I turned my heart to ice now making pyramids froze is my mission.
I never needed a haters attention, I think most of the people here are a victim to the same global sickness.
Ignorance, but I can't save anyone here the shit is considered bliss.
I'm going back to nirvana when I'm gone don't pretend like I'm something you miss, just know suicide is no longer an option, wherever I end up you'll miss out on what should have been your top-(p)ic(k).
In the end I just hope you win, maybe the gate keepers will find a reason to let you in.
About the Creator
Charles Walton
I am a poet and a man. Just a few of my poems, if you like them my book is now available on Amazon “Letters to Myself Through Time"
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