feeling misunderstood and unheard
from sunrise to nightfall the tears shed
laying in a pool of sorrows that fill my bed
mixed emotions and spiritual warfare
is all that replays in my head
like a song gone unsung
like a story forever untold
the anger builds up in my lungs
and there’s not much more i can hold
you see every day is a battle
between myself and my mind
i think of my pain as something special
yk one of a kind
but in a sense i was blind
hidden behind my trauma
constantly yearning for peace
when all i received was karma
what for you ask
i haven’t gotten a clue
mistakes made in the past
i’m fine with them it’s true
but i can’t let it go
at least not so easily
can never find that thing that heals
the one that really pleases me yk
not physically but genuinely
more like spiritually and mentally