Doomed
The past is faded and vague
The future is too uncertain
20s were lost to a plague
Name is too quiet to mention
A broken house with no windows
A door with a lock of steel
The battles, how does one win those?
When enemies aren't real
Been In my mind for too long
I forgot what real life's like
My crying turned into songs
And my laughter took a strike
A rhythm too monotone
A melody with no lyrics
Becoming my comfort zone
I'm too afraid of the critics
I keep repeating my lines
I sound like a broken record
I lost the spark in my rhymes
Like I don't put in the effort
I can't seem to find my focus
I lost it and lost my touch
Took me far too long to notice
That I have loosened my clutch
Letting life seep through my fingers
As if my tendons were severed
The fear, in my mind it lingers
Way deeper than I had measured
I lost myself in my words
In my rhymes, I aimlessly roam
The doctors, the beds, the wards
They're feeling much more like home
I feel my sanity fleeing
As I'm knocking on their door
I'm afraid I'll end up being
Just a book and nothing more