The sky dark blue
The clouds bloody red
I was in pursuit of feeling
Feeling anything
So I resort to destroying myself
No one really knows me
These walls could tell stories about me
that would be hard to believe
I wear my vices in secret
On the outside I am the strongest
I made everyone believe
that I am at my happiest
and I am drowning
My hands are tied
ankles weighted down with regret
I fell back down to my lowest
The scenarios in my head are nightmares
My mind turned into my prison
I am my own jury and executioner
The sky is dark blue
The clouds bloody red
In this fog I stand
in pursuit of a feeling.
Don’t forget that my first novel is available on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Also you can get my poetry books: Rehab and Identity crisis
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