Untitled Song

Searching through my insides

wrecked and damaged by the baggage

i allow myself to carry but today

i say fuck i finally had it this isnt

tragic this is sick, no mentally i mean im sick

well they label me, i bounce off the walls sometimes

oh well thats just crazy me, they slam the door shut

on my daylight, im stuck in this night life,

feels like im trapped under a buck knife

with a saw contraption that could easily end my life

i feel invisible i feel so predictable but yet

i feel all this i still feel invincible, i dont fear anymore

i had to set its ass straight then send it out the door

im done putting up with you not helping me develop

you wanna see doing well or you dont give a fuck

well thats awfully rude of you, if i could i say a thing or two

it'd be with fists and and i'd leave you in a comma too

i aint one to be around when im angry now cause i keep

my cool like i got everything to lose and everything to gain

winnings in the pain, i got innings in this game, crack of the bat

to the wall i feel like breaking out this prison stall i call a mindset

so i finally became the man i set out to be heartless but with heart

cold but with a hot spot,

_____dont know where to go with this, i need to start writing with more

purpose. This is not even sub-par work, its lower. It's hard doing this

shit by myself with no definitive support