Traumatic Mile.
When negativity piles up, (or when boards are lying in the wait) this comes out of my head.
Thinking about things that don't matter
Glorifying the void head,
The urge to get something better
Does not meet its end.
Missed out on many chances,
Losing hold on hopes as well,
Guess I need to put up with seclusion,
And let break loose, the hell.
Where I live now is not real world,
Nor is one where I hope to be.
Faith is something non existent,
And courage, a distant end to me.
The floor is shaky, same as my moral
Feels like close to having a fall.
Governed by middling tries to set free,
Maybe I can't fix this at all.
The good is distant, bad is veiled
Clouds so dark, no sun to be seen.
And here I am, wearing on fear,
Walking tight lipped, as if nothing has been.
Towards the shining entity, seemingly gold
A closer look, and it belongs to the fool.
This is a bad loop, I set myself in
Try hard to run away, end up falling into the same pool.
p.s. I've also put this up on Wattpad and I know this makes no sense but you can follow the link and kind of vote(press the star) because that's just how much you love me :D
Thank you :)
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