It's hard to swallowWhen you stop denyingYour mental demonAnd see clearlyWhat it has taken The fruits that wereWell in your reachBut your demonChained you and You couldn't get them.©pretty_much_human
Five years I tookTo see the demonAs on a sad dayIn a room I shookReminiscing instancesWhere I was shackledBrutally heckledBy the demon insideI wanna cane itBeat it, kill itRemove it©pretty_much_human
Bruised and Battered
Bruised and Battered I amWasted effortsAnd ImpedimentsAre mutilating meGrab my handPull me throughFrom this incessantDisappointmentsI beg you to©pretty_much_human
I tried I strangled itI burnt itI sliced itBut stillCouldn't killIt.
As if they would not kill meIf I told them my mindBut it felt like killing myselfDaily inside my mind
Did it make you happy? You denied the wretched reality that we live our whole lives, you ridiculed it with smugness on your face, arrogance in your words, and apathy in your heart.
Never a man was loved for who he isHe mends his way and the world loves him.
Should I strangle my feelings?OrShould I let them strangle me?©pretty_much_human
They loved my maskBut it was hurtingSo I took it offAnd they went away©pretty_much_human
So what if the seed is still dormant?Keep watering, because once it sprouts,It won't stop until it becomes a tree.