Clinging Stains.

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My body is a myth
A vessel for my soul
I took a leap of faith
And made my word my sword,
I've fought myself for days
Sometimes it felt the same
Sometimes it felt different
Sometimes it felt vain.

I have voids to fill
But before i do
I need to cleanse these spaces.
Clear my mind, cleanse my blood
Purify my air, wash away this mud
Brush the dirt off my hands
Hold my heart up high,
Let the energy from the full moon
Full it with strength and pride.

I'm strong but I'm getting weak
I need to replenish in energy
I keep everything neat
Except for a few corners in my mind
I need to believe more, dream more
Reach our further to gain more
Because behind the strong boy
Hides a terrified kid.

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