It is what makes me
I loathe that I am terrified from the moment I wake up until the moment I sleep
but it can't change
I can't change
It is all encompassing
you might think i'm crazy
you might say I sound crazy
I might even say I sound crazy
but how can anyone be crazy when feeling
something as real as this
it's all about beliefs and what you can seethe majority of the world believes in a god but they can't see a god
yet that doesn't make them crazy
so then why am I
I can hear them
I can feel them
but the world continues to say that monsters don't exist
so how do I live in a world where i'm the only one who can see what's really there
Pessimism has left me long ago
I look for light
I hope for it
but the sun is dim in this gray area
I can't even see through it most times
which is why I rely heavily on what I feel
there is crazythere is sanity
there is me
i'm in the middle of it all
what misfortune is this
to be so unclear to whether i've lost my mind or that I am just opening it up more to see the truth
what is real and what isn't
I don't know anymore
does anybody
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