truth.

they say the truth will set you free

but i beg to differ, see i live my truth but i cannot agree

i’m a prisoner, stuck in an invisible cage

but don’t feel bad for me,

i do it to myself, with every breath that i breathe

with every night i choose to keep going when death stares at me

beckoning, ridiculing, embarrassing me

like the fool i am I still keep going

even when the odds are stacked like crates i’m bound to fall mistakes i’ll make but i gotta get up cause this is my life and all i can do now is choose to live it because it does no one no good if i end it all right now.

even though that seems to be the only logical answer

but my name isn’t logic, and i don’t need to be a pro at this shit

just make it through the day, make it through the night

i’m going down anyway so why even fight?