‘…The sweetest language that I know’
A few drinks.. Then you occupy my mind
‘It’s all for you it’s all for you it’s all for you’
Can’t escape. When I think I’m gone, it’s an illusion
‘Let me be you favorite nightmare’
I’ll never understand. Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I want to live in a dream world
‘Love ain’t up to me but leave it up to me I love you’
But it doesn’t even matter.
Category: LOSS
Self hatred
I hate you
Classic track: drunk by myself
Always identified wit the internal struggle of the song. The beat tho? The beat takes me into the zone.
Classic track
Great rendition of one of my favorite songs.
*thinkin bout the disdain you have for me. Need a pick me up
It was all a dream
Had 2 pleasant, long elaborate dreams. Then I woke up.
It was all a dream
Genius
Say that you’ll ride, inside this love with me
***yeah I’m sure you don’t know the sample. But you know how I do!
Straitjacket
‘…How long should I drag this on
Waiting around for what’s already gone
I don’t know what to believe in
Sink into this, straitjacket feelin
I am afraid I am afraid
I-I, I break’
Why
Why can’t you love me
I guess it will never be
Why won’t you love me
Untitled
This is a poem CK (no Louis) left on my post about want to escape my own mind. It’s wonderful. It’s beautiful. Really speaks to how I feel; my state of mind. Also takes me back to middle school when I was heavy into poetry:
Where am I?
And where can I
Toss behind
My long lost mind?
There is no comfort in mine.
Fulfillment is too rare
Left alone to fight despair
No one seems to realize or care
Lids open, my real eyes see theirs
And I know they have never lost their mind.
I dive into the wreckage…
A storm of thinking, I can’t subside it,
I hope happiness glimmers inside it.
I need to find joy and need to hide it
I need to find time instead of bide it
I’ve done this before, so again I tried it.
I know my choice, but I don’t decide it.
I sought fiercely, but the storm denied it.
Mentally grasping,
Physically gasping,
I cried it:
“Where am I?!,”
Wanting to be rid of my long lost mind
How does it feel
I’m resigned to the fact that feelings are what they are. However, the pain? I hate it. I know there’s a 99.9% that things won’t change. But without hope and dreams, what more do I have? At this point my soul is broken, and the only thing that can fix it is out of my reach
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