Seated on the beach, eyes out to the sea
She comes from behind, kisses me on the cheek
Smiles and tells me, everything bad would soon cease
How does she show such signs of certainty?
I know she loves me, but would it be enough?
Would it shelter me from the inevitable storm?
Life, a football pitch and all I want to do is score
Scared to reach for happiness, only to have way more
Too much happiness, leads to worried thoughts
Why am I happy? When would bad times return?
She makes me want to be a better me
How can I be better if I was never a good kid?
Past events creeping in, heard from them on that song
But I don't feel hurt by the memory no more
Insomnia grew tired of knocking on my front door
While I'm altering and deleting most of my thoughts
Maybe one day I'll confess it
All of my addictive habits
Write about my marks and incisions
Burn the pills and portions
Locked in a cage, on this island of peace
Breaking and rearranging, piece after another piece
I may come out different, I may find relief
But at least I would understand the grounds on which I'll be standing
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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