Ticking bomb


I'm trapped inside a troubled mind.
Stuck Spending my time confined inside these four walls and a ceiling above.
Tortured by constant nostalgia
From all the things I wish to forget
that come flooding back while I lay in my bed.
My head is a bomb that is ticking away,
and I can tell from every single breath that I take,
One day, I will explode.

  • Author: Oddity (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2016 10:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Bookbag

    (I'm gonna just add to yours, I really enjoyed this)

    Maybe implode
    I don't know nothing slow I move at tempo
    But what'd you expect though
    I'm on the edge low
    er-ing myself cause I can't find purpose still
    Look at my friends kill
    Look at my mind kill
    That means I have no one
    I walk on the line still
    Looking at these four walls
    I'm sick of breathing
    Who needs oxygen if this world is deceiving
    Filling my lungs with carbon dioxide from the heathens
    You better believe it
    I'm not misleading
    If I wrote it I mean it
    Just take me now cause I'm tired of these thoughts being kept as concealing

    • 0ddity

      This is Amazing, thank you for that. I love it. The word play is real.

    • Augustus

      Healing takes a long time. Take care. Enjoyed.

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