Putting my work from my heart in my art,
To explain my pain, wondering if things would stay the same,
Running through different state emotions,
I write for the hell of it, not cause I feel appreciated,
But that's a different story with no names mentioned,
Walking around with a picture of what it feels to be in that scenario,
And everyday I fall shorter to going crazy like its an addiction,
That feeling of wanting to do better feels like fiction,
But stress is literally the definition of success,
Aiming for a life of being free instead of walking into heaven,
I held my heart in my hand to burn that torch of being dead for the failures of this generation,
I prayed to be blessed and stay striving with no excuses,
Realizing I walked on the sun from the start,
But the longer I stay alive I feel my mind falling from the stars.
©dbn1121
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