It is Hard
Maybe I am blowing it out of proportion
Maybe I am not paying it enough attention
Maybe my mental health is at risk but I am not taking it serious
Maybe I am just creating this illusion
Painting this picture that everything is fine but it is not
Searching for a way out in this darkness
Fighting my demons to free me from this torment
Asking for a floater because I'm drowning
But maybe I'll be fine
Mind is mess
Because I focus on this that cause unnecessary stress
Maybe I need to scream out a call of distress
They said that thoughts come and go
But mine came and built a house and resides
And yet I wonder why they pay no rent
I could go on and on
But maybe I am a Jack in a box
Waiting for someone to unwind and then turn
Scared that they may run away out of fear once I open up
Hence am still wrapped up like a gift grandma said never to touch.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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