Smtms I dream of gettin out of my own head
I’m sick of accepting all the interior demons.
No peaceful days in my schedule
I wish my thoughts had a day off.
Reality now is so far
Fuck
I don’t want to prolong
That awful war.
But
How to stop the fight,
If real world is lost
In the abundance of
All the damn and shitty thoughts?
Besides
My heart is full of ink
That I’m trying to refine.
My soul will shrink
If I keep saying “Ok. I’m fine”.
Smtms I dream of gettin out of my own head
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