Cultalo

Everybody tells me I need to pick my head take a look n Realize, appreciate, hold faith ,put a smile on that beautiful face everything  going to be ok, feeling strange everyday in every single way i no I've been there before take a breath slow steps with life's mess of test we all got something to confess but Stress is hard to digest wen ur breathless,distance with living my description of existing is ripping my soul ruined ,mindless dead inside every light of day is dark and grey, shades of a form face shadow that fallows my feet, creeps  to feed off Misery my while bean drunk dreams filled with screams with the need to bring horror scorn so drained of the pain inside my brain everyday I awake wondering if I'll ever be the same again as a little kid it was much easier finding happiness ,but maybe in time I'll be alright but for the night turn off the lights n get the fuck out my life I'm dead inside n its comment don't want to visually and see life don't have the capacity level to be capable of doing so jst leave me alone And put me in my hole , no u can do this jst remember it's christian zimmerlee