Scared
• Written by Wander
Okay I don't want you to be scared, I don't want you to be afraid.
But this is going to be a bit dark man. I write down what I'm feeling
All right let me put it this way.
I don't get the voice but I got things to say.
Like the message the confession.
The petition against depression.
Suicide seems to be the latest fashion.
The edgier the knife the better the stabbing.
At the edge of life you gotta keep on peddling.
Not messing with what I didn't want to be meddling with.
Diddling with words is the only way I seem to be able to handle it.
Defending myself against rough thoughts, though love.
From myself and how I fucked up, shot down doves.
No mustard on my hotdog I have to ketchup.
No one to talk to but I'm better on my own.
Like an owl, looking around me for danger.
Can't reach the next sage, I'm missing a saviour.
To read from my next page, knowing what's inside my head, oh I'm afraid.
Missed out on hot topic for the place to shop.
Now I'm messing with minds, degrading myself.
Fasten the binds that I put on myself.
The past is the self, the future is my destiny.
I past out, when my medicine wasn't working for me.
When I couldn't be the person that I wanted to be
Put a leaf on the branch, when a friend has left themselves.
Ringing the bells because they've killed themselves.
And now I'm desperate, writing because I'm lost in my message.
The passage to a god like entity seems like a lot to me.
Could someone please help me, I mean, please. I'm lost.
Confused and without thought, not knowing what it had me brought.
I bought so much stuff that I didn't need.
I fucked things up until I couldn't breath.
Thanks to the community but without your support I would leave.
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Wander
Member since January 12 2017