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It’s like walking through a field of flowers
wearing a white flowy dress and you’re happy
you’re picking flowers and it’s a joy so immense
nobody can stop you, you’re free but then
you hit a wall, the flowers in your hands are not there
they’re replaced by rubbish, and then you look back
and it’s no longer the field of flowers.. it’s a mess
a mess that you have no choice but to fix
so you do, you walk back
and start piecing it all together and you’re sad
you’re guilty because you created such chaos
you beat yourself up about it as you see everything;
the people you hurt, the mistakes you made,
the good ideas that were actually bad ideas
then once it’s clean you’re excited.. it’s the field again
and you’re running through it again and it’s scary
because you never know where the wall is
when you’ll be stuck looking at the mess again
but you still enjoy it, you still love the flowers..
MSI
< Bipolar Disorder In My Words >
And in the fault of our reality
I wished nothing more than
to be able to watch you smile
for the rest of my life...
MSI
<Forever>
And with every word you spoke
you made me feel as though
I was the best thing to ever happen to you
yet I still laid here at night
wondering when you’d leave
because all good things leave
and you were one amazing thing
I knew I couldn’t bare to lose...
MSI
<Bittersweet Nothings>
You asked,
What is the scariest part?
I answer;
the scariest part is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness
The scariest part
is the realization
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
At 2am
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can’t even cry
because you don’t even care.
A.D.H