Late Night Overthinker Heart
“It’s me against my own self
Fighting my own battles
The pieces of my heart still rattle,
Even when everything outside is quiet
Still something is ongoing inside me
Like a never ending riot,
When some part of me says I can do a lot with my life
At the same the other says it’s better to give up
Because it’s not so good to be alive,
May I look like world’s happiest person outside
But there is a lot hidden from this world inside,
Sick from this pointless societal morality
Music has always been my great escape from the reality,
The words of people penetrating deep inside my heart
But still my tears form the most beautiful art,
Sometimes {mostly every time} it feels like I’m a experiment continuously put through tests
Where I’m still doing worse than rest,
I just want to go far-far away from this place
Where I don’t need to regret my mistakes
Lost somewhere in the space
Where I don’t feel like disgrace
Somewhere, where I am embraced,
It’s me against my own self
Tired of fighting my own battles
But the pieces of my heart still rattle…..”
-------WHITE HUNTER
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