You seek validation instead of truth,
Religion instead of spirituality,
Ego instead of yourself,
You take instead of giving.
Simple knowledge,
As I hold this pen and paper,
Reflecting on my life.
The horrors I go through the night,
The pain I see when the sky falls.
Smiling when the sun is up,
It gets dimmer with each dawn.
Waking up with a frown and a yawn,
I check myself,
It's another day, time to hate myself.
Put on that mask,
Walk through the crowds and dust,
Tell them everything is alright.
But I'm locked in a cage.
Inside my brain.
I see walls, with water,
I'm drowning, somebody hold my hand,
Before I'm gone,
Maybe I will, before that time,
Let me write my story in a minute.
See I've been holding myself.
Seeing from the outside in,
Fighting my soul to breathe,
The demons make me feel weak.
I'm lost,
The deep end,
With the fist fights.
I feel tired sometimes.
Sleep escapes my mind,
In the darkest hours of time,
The picture is dark,
The moon is sad.
So is my face.
These words that I breathe,
Let them show what I feel,
Sitting down, under this tree,
The journey begins.
The journey begins...
YOU ARE READING
THE WILLOW TREE
PoetryIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
