They don't know know that I suffer daily just to stay sane,
The struggle in my mind when I think about my life, all same,
Like Kanye low on a tweet,
Getting the world to pray for him as he weeps,
The strength to smile before crowds and shed a tear in the dark,
The weight of the world on my shoulder,
As I juggle my sanity,
The anxiety that runs through my bones when I step outside,
The feeling of judgement when they stare at me,
Falling through my thoughts,
The dark trip;
Sometimes I dream suicide in my dark dreams,
With blood all over the floor,
Screams in my head I search hard for hope,
Escape,
Will they understand my pain ?
Will they know ?
Will they miss me ?
Who will tell my story ?
Broken channel;
Broken doors,
Broken mind,
Broken soul.
Get faded in some;
Get you high,
Bye...
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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
