just some lines
My mood is resigned while I'm chasing you blind
Erasing mistakes or refusing their mine?
Its too soon to tell, yet its been well designed
A bittersweet mixture between hell and my mind.
I tell them I'm fine when I'm asked by my family
But they can't understand the sheer weight of insanity.
Can it be said so candidly? Dead
I'm the monster hiding under the canopy bed.
The sheep in wolves clothing while calamity spreads,
That knew what was written before it was planned to be read.
I try to bear others burdens but they're handing me lead,
Lift this weight from my shoulders God! He abandoned me; fled.
Drowning in dispair, a man at sea with no life raft
So I fight to survive unsure of the right path.
Dear diary,
I just wish that you could write back.
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