Left alone in the darkness of my mind,
I'm not kind.
Through the pain that hits me deep,
I ain't crying,
I'll be fine.
I sleep when I am ready,
So that my mind doesn't have the time
to talk shit about myself.
That is my current crime.
Shit ain't easy when my brain is my worst bully.
I know me best.
I know what hurts.
I know how to sink the pain fully.
Now I know and understand
That I'm my own worst critic.
But, in the end, it's not that easy,
at times it feels parasitic.
I want to change.
I want improvement.
But that means I gotta prove it.
And to achieve that for me,
That means I gotta do shit.
That's the hardest part about it all.
Can't take a step, I'm scared to fall.
Scared to fail at any point.
I'm just scared I'll disappoint.
Scared I'll disappoint those that I love.
Fail those that helped make me who I am.
Why I really don't want to do that
Is I've only got them,
My friends and fam.
They're all the world to me.
They're what makes life feel alright.
But, when anxiety takes control
It can become a different fight.
I will be good.
I am okay.
I've gotten through each and every day.
Just sometimes life can get hard,
when your mind gets the strongest say.
Love the people that you got
Don't let them go ignored.
They all have pains of their own too.
Sometimes you gotta listen when they are "bored".
Left alone in the darkness of our minds,
we are not kind.
When the pain comes and hits us,
We may be crying,
But we'll be fine.
We've got one life we get to live.
We aren't given overtime.
So talk about your problems, open up.
Because silence is our worst crime.