i feel weak and powerless , in this prison that i made for myself.when will its doors open? i dont know.by a conscious choice i make ? but what is conscience ? a once budding flower , now a wilted scene in this frozen time.
# i dont want to stay like this.but i know why this is happening.this vicious cycle , i created.so be it. #
Do i look up now and cry to what i see above ? do i drink from my glass of water ? do i reach out to anything at all ? the insanity of my mind , self imposed by lack of self-esteem , numbs all reactions. Dense is my head- says my conscience.
# i shouldnt be listening to this.I know he is making it all up #
Never-mind.Never-mine. Blind me .
