medical

 medical

i’m drained

lost

tired

these walls are closing 

days flashing before my eyes

why is there a divide?

with my heart and where i lie

in between these lines

it’s hard not to cry

im fried

i feel like my dreams have died

but im alive

how?

i can’t live like this anymore 

many nights of pain and struggle

turned into more pain but hustle

where’s the muscle?

whats my motive

not a bar in my life, my connection’s roaming 

i need assistance, but where’s the help in the moment

it’s critical 

i need medical 

my mind’s detrimental 

but i react symbolically because that’s the artist in me

that’s how i flourish

the feelings that im pouring is me screaming for more

but what’s more?

following in somebody’s footsteps thinking im living up to something?

people looking at me as the example because of what i stand for?

nah.

this life shit is more to trying to please others

it’s about doing what’s best for me

only me

but still putting on a smile even if im not okay

because a smile day, take the pain away

but that’s what they all say.