It’s hard living with mental swirls in my mind,
Some days would be better than others,
But I can never make it till evening.
Many times I doubt myself, my existence
I can’t truly recall every detail of the past,
Or should I say my mind refuses to unlock the chains bounding my memories.
It’s too difficult to be alive.
I would think I am a degenerate, a mad man.
Everyone is shifted red, further from me
Or maybe I’m the one accelerating away from them.
Ever since this started, I cannot truly present myself.
Or maybe I always had this, or maybe it’s the result of many unspoken traumas.
If only there was a way to restart again, but then again maybe I would walk the same paths.
Just wish to have peace of mind, to have the burden lifted from my soul.
I don’t know or trust who I am. Even when the best person to guide me tells me too I cannot accept myself.
Who am I
Who am I
I feel like an unreal loop.
If there ‘s a God above,
maybe It won’t give a damn
maybe It would
I can only hope for It to end my pitiful and torturous existence.
If there’s a God above, do me a favour if you may, to end my misery in any ways.