UntitledIt's hard to pull out of all this self actualizationUntitled by yexy
Amidst the flying accusations
Of 'supposed' childhood tragedy
and definite mental insanity
You see I have been trying so hard to survive
That I forget how to just be alive
And I have to fight while I write just to breathe
And I lose track, sometimes, of...things.
I don't know how to relax.
I don't know how to let it all go.
I don't know what to do if I don't have to
Claw my way out of another black hole.
I don't know how to be okay
All I know is how to fight
All I know is one must know the dark
To appreciate morning light.
But what do you do with a sunrise?
What does it mean to be 'free'?
When I win all the battles
and I break all my shackles
What...what will there be left of me?