midnight train coming through my stomach.

anxiety attack!
and before my eyes I self-harmed.

1h57 am and its just like a blink of an eye:
– like BOOM!
hours past by
feelings peaking
and I,
stuck with my night and daymares.

find a love;
find a job;
find a fucking heaven on hell, already.

I get passionate about details as fast as I can think.
as well, I get stuck in the middle as stubbornly as it could get.

no good conditions
from trying to be a savior of the world,

but of myself.

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