Dropped my pen for a long time
Not sure if I have been doing fine
I have been dealing with things
Like a detective, only solving my own crimes
My mistakes on the TV
Every step, action and scenary
Me and Me at a total conflict
Trouble with the head of my precinct
As thought come, old and new as they replay in my head
I question my life now , am I behind or way ahead?
Am I who i think I am , or is it a myth?
To some, maybe I am that monster that comes out when you sleep
I have minor crisis identifying who I am
Cause my thoughts, words and actions aren't on terms
Always waking up, hoping for a better new day
But life's serving me the same dish, just on a different tray
And I know it's been long I wrote about how I feel
Well, it's gotten harder , loosing life force I didnt even know exists
And I feel like I am straying further, handling too much all at once
Where you're thinking more about all and less about yours
Feeling alone when I have no one
Lonely when I don't have the Big one
Been dialing, still no repsonse
Been using the wrong service so I guess it's my fault
Dropped out of this
Snakes without the hiss
Greener patches, still green
Anchored in by my faith...my beliefs
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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