Lose my mind.
As I slowly lose my mind.
It is hard for me to wind, and grind
As you blame things I do, for this time.
I am slayed left for dead, in the grime.
Never, to be ever really be heard.
The pain regurgitates is my chest. Bubbling of gerd.
Never allowing me to speak freely ever.
And, I got some shit to say that is really clever.
Breathing so hard, I am having trouble breathing.
These voices never stop, and I don’t think they are leaving.
My acceptance of self had been hard indeed.
When I look at myself, it is a crazy I never admire, or need
Punching my own shoulder, trying to pump myself up today.
Is it even worth it? Or in the end shall it pay?
Knowing, I am the only one who can do this job, but when ur left for dead.
Sometimes I can’t even get out of bed.
No matter what I try I stay trapped.
No sleep, no rest, never napped.
Cursed, to wander these hours alone.
Well fuck, I am really in the Twilight Zone.
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aysha valenzuela
Hello I live in the desert hiding in the shade from the beautiful powerful sun in az. I’ve lived all over southwest I dig experiences meeting new peeps and music is life. I am a nomad,I go where the wind takes me I’mhoping it blows me east.
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