Wednesday, July 22, 2015


I can be flying high
On motivation and adrenaline
Looking to the sky
To push beyond it's limits

But the very next moment
I find myself crying
Hugging my pillows
Ignoring my calls

Because when all is said and done
It doesn't matter how much I tried
Or what I accomplished
My mind is still against me

My mind wants me to be sad
And mad, and hateful
My mind doesn't seem to like me
And I don't know what to do.


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