I close my eyes and all I see is the darkness that appeared around me
I open them and it’s still dark
How can I find my way out?
How can I break free from the chains instilled on me?
I hear a howl
I see nothing
I hear a scream
I see red
All this darkness around me is now filled with brown dirt
No one came to save me
Forever alone in this world
Counting without a purpose
Sounds a bit crazy
Feeling a bit worthless is just a phase see
Others quick to judge
But no one takes the time to
Dig deep but without doing too much
Running down a warm arm
Marks and bruises left for evidence
But no one cares enough to see it as relevant
Cry for attention?
More like a cry for redemption
Why did God make me like this?
Why am I never happy with this?
Splatter splatter what a mess
I am counting without a purpose
Body so drained
Loss of knowledge is spreading
I’m feeling very sprained
Like this generation is treading
On a thick rope because if too thin the Karen’s and kens will complain about their backs
Everything is now given no point in being number one anymore you get that participation in and your on track
This crazy world is becoming
But is the world crazy on its own
Or is it the ones who occupy a space in it
Defeat turned 180 is victory
Defeat is something the haters try to put a face on it
So stand up and not let it be you
This might start feeling a bit contradictory
But the point I’m making is
Nobody should like DEFEAT