I be losing it so bad it has become a daily routine
When this phase will pass I’m yearning to know
How it’ll pass I’m willing to find out
What it takes I’m willing to know
I’ve not drowned in a long time
Seems why I forgot the feel
Saying to search the ends of the earth would be near impossible
Tend to make little shit matter and kill myself with the thought of it
Taking a chill pill would be nice but I’ve forgotten what that feels like or even how to
Trying these days to find sanity in the WORD but for a moment and then it’s gone because my soul has got a mind of its own I continue where I left off
It’s like all these consuming thoughts have become my shadow
Hiding from it is close to impossible
Tears have become a daily companion then when that’s done I try to hide it with a smile so fake I try to tell myself it’s real
I use my own hand and mind to destroy things so good and then begin the loathe process over again.
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