Sometimes I diguise the truth with excuses that I know will only leave bruises when reality sets in. I hide behind these walls because everyone that's meant to be in will find a way around. My wonderwalls will build me up when broken down and crying. The only one I'm hiding from is myself. I try to run, but I'm only going in circles. The old me will never die, at least not quietly. I'm the only who knows there's a riot in me. Somedays I wanna end this battle, but I know the wars goes on. This person I've become to be will yell and scream, push, and pull until the old me can't take no more. We never knew we be so cruel. Its always back and forth with ambition. My life is my mission and I feel like I'm about to fail. I don't need my mouth. I need my heart. I need my mind. I need them to collab evn if its with a fractured beat. The sun doesn't know its shining just like people don't know when they're dying. I cut my chest open to release my soul. I could paint my perfect vision with my blood, but somethings wrong. I feel it now as I watch me bleed. As I take my breath I think "I really miss her." And I just died in my arms this morning. As my mind is mourning my soul is only learning to breath again. Looking at the heavy corpse filled with the hesitation and doubt I carried around I began to feel alive. Ill burn this burden and start a garden.
