Point 0

feeling the best in me.
well I see bullshit high as trees.
and i'm picking that shit up like adoptees.
look in between the lines and read these.
faith and solitude keep me strapped down like shoes.
talk a lot shit to people who got it worse sounds like a personal issue my dude.
start with me and seasons change like my mood.
friend turned punching bag with a knife getting stabbed into.
don't fear the demons but fear the demon i've become in regards to.
feeling empty as the sky at night which is black and blue.
feeling not known as the easy breeze blows on though.
but memories are dying.
my inside are churning and crying.
my hearts on fire and i'm burning alive inside my mind which is being refined with a painful remind that only real people are hard to find.
i'm heartless when you slip my mind.
i'm turning into a ghost of no emotion in my state of mind.
unconfined deep with in me a soul trapped with rage and fury you'll find.
don't count on me being nice when the disrespect is still on the table.
you say you know me well sorry i've been mislabeled.
try to work shit out with my body and mind yes i'm willing and able.
but i'm so lost in my mind i'm living a fable.
I lay on my bed but feels like a operating table.
connected by these tubes and cables.
hurry doctor flip the switch send jolts through him to keep him stable.
no doctors and psychiatrists understood me to believe.
that my mind was taking absence without leave.
to keep my mind in harmony its stitched shut and interwovenly. keep myself preconceive and live a life repeatedly.