Emotions/ Work in progress
• Written by 8ballCypher
Hate and pain, it's always the same
this strain is my brain, is it fake?
am i even awake?
i'd say i'm fading away,
but for tomorrow and today, i need to stay okay,
the sounds of these voices are droning inside,
i'm slowly losing my mind,
nothing makes sense because i'm stuck in pretense
i told myself that i wouldn't pretend,
but look at my feelings,
they're running so deep but you can't see them,
i remember when i used to see red
now its just purple repeating,
Just hurting then eating and
Turning and sleeping and dreaming of deletion,
there's heat in my soul going cold, i can't see it no more
i'm discretely, completely, going broke,
is this story growing old, even though it's been told
. . .
i can't seal this hole with emotions
all my personalities are splitting like mitosis
i should feel like Moses
so why am i still hopeless
my life's atrocious
No diagnosis
i thought all these pills would help me focus
but now i only notice
that i'm going in circles
hurdling my morals to write in my journals,
this may be horrible to you
buts its normal for me
To feel dark deep down, and I don't mean minority
cause everyone i love's avoiding me
reminding me inside of my inferiority
but still, my main priorities,
is writing metaphorically,
i try to change, but i'm still accurate historically,
Im still choking, still floating,
still hoping, still broken.
ill spoken with poems
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8ballCypher
Member since April 8 2019