Category : Blogs

Sub Category : Motivation

Brick by brick, the words are laid.
Layer for layer, not another phrase erased.
Wall to wall, my minds been made.
I've grown sick of living so damn afraid. 

Here I go, I won't act a fool.
Found my rhythm, a tool I've got to use.
I can hear it, vibrating around my soul.
I'm not dying, so I say cheers to no more self-abuse.

Don't tear down the walls, just get the sledge, I've gotta keep at least one door.
Now I know I've said it, several times before, I never got through anything alone, so I drew a line, and now here I am staring at my floor, not making another useless excuse for the way I was. I'm thinking clearly, going through this change, and it feels quite hella strange, because I was told I didn't have that range, and I used to agree, but right now I'm saying fuck all that pain, right here and now is where I don't come out the same.