• himanshu_988 11w

    I can hide my tears when I cry
    my inner critique lies to me everytime
    my demons smiles Now im tired
    I feel like Im a villain of my life when I look in the mirror
    I hate my sick mind I wait for my time but it never comes my parent thinks that im a clever son but for them there is nothing special that I've ever done When will I level up all this peddles in my way when will I settle em I want to be a better son better love for my future love put them on a pedestal Imma die young I make my brain fry till I ryhme illest words I got my feelings hurt but still I'll call myself a winner cuz .........that's how it works

    ©himanshu_988