Crawling, these thoughts are crawling.
The demons inside I’m brawling,
can’t seem to find my calling.
Sanity are pins and inside it’s all bowling
Am I doing well?
Don’t know that.
I will not tell,
even if I feel like crap.
Damn, that’s rude.
Yes my head is screwed,
you didn’t know?
I’m not thinking bro.
What keeps me up, is a dwelling
In my head, like a swelling.
To me, it won’t stop telling
that it’d be rags I’ll be selling.
Motivation doesn’t help,
It all feels like a huge step.
There’s nothing to get,
maybe I should approach mentep.
No one’s picking up my calls,
Alone I’ll have to fight these brawls.
My feelings have enthralled
and it feels like I am chained
To fight is an act of might,
might as well do it right.
Come at me with all the force,
I’ll punch victorious through the coarse.
At last I’ll open those doors,
climb up and reach those floors.
Where I’ll find the serotonin stores
or maybe it’ll all be the same but more.