This is the only way I can express myself,
Typing these words,
These ideas,
Looking at the screen on my shelf,
A thousand thoughts a second rushing through my head,
My body like jelly and my eyelids like lead,
As my life is pretty bad at this point in time,
And this one thing that makes it feel good ,
Like there is hope is just to rhyme,
I’m glad i can get this S%*# off my chest,
It’s not good to bottle things up,
And this is for the best,
This is an insight to what i am feeling,
To some of you just a page of words,
To others very revealing,
