What is this shit again? what is this shit about my brain? same fucked up shit and the same fucked train of thoughts come across as they try to mame my head and my mind at the same time, and I thought I had changed but Fuck shit is still the same have I changed? Yes I have but the my past self is just chained not fully gone, that old piece of shit full of shame is not dead yet but just restrained the world I love is grey but shit just turns red inside my frame of a world that I see so cold full of lies full of fake shits told again and again but listen, is there anyone so bold enough to put up with me, as I let my emotions roll? This is just a rant I know but hey who the fuck foretold that I won't be ranting in my poems again? who the fuck told you that that kid in the rain is gone now and is not the same? Ya know I have just about been drained? Ya know, that all that remains of me are the thoughts estranged? Broken into pieces fooling my head everyday everyday I try to suppress e
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.