Vent

I know I keep coming back with this same shit,

Probably think I'm a lame bitch, but listen to this,

Imagine how it feels, think for a second,

Imagine what's in front of you as a painting,

A motif, with all it's details and colors,

It's colors represent emotion,

It's funny I don't see all the commotion,

Because when I look, I know what it is, and I know how it looks,

But I don't take it in the way that I should, It doesn't feel right,

Like my painting isn't bright, and full of color and emotion,

It's like I feel nothing, flattened emotion and hopeless, depressed

On how fast things are going, and how so much is out of focus

It's like my painting doesn't have color, all I'm saying is,

I either need to smoke weed or good bye to me,

I'm growing so tired I don't know why this is happening,

But it's sickening, mentally and physically,

I feel like my souls not a part of me,

The other day a great friend said his hope for his life was me

Comparing me to an artery,

Telling me I have no idea what I mean to others,

And how much I've shown him as a brother,

But reality hurts, just like how arteries burst,

And I told him listen,

Even if the arteries don't know what they're missing,

They still do things for others, and carries them on,

like life or cells, but with time they grow old and die,

They don't last forever, but that's why there's another,

That one that saves you and your life

When the other one couldn't,

This represents much of life,

Like finding the right girl or friends,

No matter how rich or poor or full or dry,

No matter how much you bleed or cry,

True people will always be by your side

 

(Not sure if done yet)