A man hiding inside the mirror,
I struggle hold myself blind,
You know what it's like,
Don't you stumbling into danger blind,
The kind of doubts that you doubt till you don't doubt no more,
Cover up your face and pretend it's not there,
Can I tell you this, you were never there for them.
Cover up your face, pretend and play like it's there for them,
Until we stumbled across the means of making an ends
Cover up your face, an play pretend that you'll always be loved by them,
And before you know it,
We flickered across the means of making a life end,
Covering up your face, you'll play and pretend that you'll go to heaven by some simple godsend,
But I know better ways to find my end than pleading God for something he'll never send,
because as simply as I know it all life ends,
That's nothing close to the godsend your hoping him to send,
So why are you asking for something other than your already given godsend?
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
