Chaotic thoughts, explosions, loud booms,
All this in a quiet room,
The journey of a boy to a man,
Got Damn I need help but know one can lend a hand,
In the still of night I lay alone,
Even if she's by my side and we're in her home,
I'm still rolling solo on my journey,
Praying that there isn't thoughts to burn me,
In the after life...
I've began the process of breaking down,
Explosions and chaos but I'm still in a room where there's no sound,
Traumatic brain injury so there's no saving me,
But God has me, so he has faith me,
Confused from my failures so I write the realest written letter,
To myself since the world wouldn't notice my better,
Well best times, they just criticize my worst,
Laugh at my book of rhymes, and cry next to my Hurst,
Bury my body but remember my image,
This is the beginning of the end so let's start the scrimmage,
Still breaking down with the chaos and no sound,
No tears, one fear, I look up then look around,
He's still watching me and no one else is here,
I'm always alone even when so called friends are near,
Hopefully when I get through the destruction of my temple I'm recreated into something well respected,
An angel in disguise of something unexpected,
So as I write my signature to this letter to myself, I'll leave one drop of blood on the page,
To remind myself of something else from the heart, when I finished acting out in rage...
