I wrote this a while back when I was feeling down. Anyways I was looking at it and decided to post it anyways. Well here it is.
"Withdrawals" is what he said
the word hit the nail on the head
not sleeping in the same bed
gravity of reality, full of lead.
The reality is my head is on fire
everything is ok .... I'm a liar
looking for the extinguisher, yet I'm blind
hands tied behind my back in life's bind.
Looking for answers and all I find are signs
Directing to new doors and their long lines
All I need now is the courage to get on it
Pray I choose the right door and move away from the pit.
Yet I lay in my bed like picked flowers
Seconds turn to minutes and they to hours
No water to keep me alive, no sun or fresh air
time keeps passing and my petals just disappear.
Looking for some energy to move on
however I can't get passed my lawn
but it's now or never not whenever
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