artemisfortune Posted August 27, 2016 Share Posted August 27, 2016 (edited) It’s that feeling in the pit of your stomach That drive, that sick push to keep you running It’s that voice in your head that keeps you up at night it won’t shut up what it’s saying can’t be right Believing in yourself is believing in a universe. Believe you can believe in what isn’t heard. I believe in you but can’t believe in myself. I can’t believe and it’s destroying to my health. But such is life, with ruts and strife. with cuts, a knife, it’s courage. Being brave is facing fear and I’m scared to live. I can’t go outside, can’t contain what lives inside. Freedom fails. I have it all but a prisoner. Stuck in my own head with no reason to be this miserable Living with pain and dread with no reason why No reason left to live but that drive. I’m blessed with this genius and cursed with this mind. Edited August 27, 2016 by JSharpie Fixed spoiler. Sorry for the formatting. Spoilers hate me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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