why is it so depressing?
because when the lights are off,
all the moneys gone,
and the club scene is no more,
I want you to be able to find comfort in me behind closed doors, when it all matters the most.
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I feel like the world seeks so much from me but I am a recluse. I am a talented individual but my mind can’t truly be let loose. See the world sees my insanity as an expression of my art, little do they know that depression gave it a start and while I’m constantly striving to let the two coexist I’m not sure if I’ll be able to uphold that wish. Naturally extroverted, truthfully introverted, I strike nerves when I speak and I’m a pariah to the same people who seek so much from me. Abnormal in every sense, I’m a man of many ways, structured in many waves, floating from length to length, seeking fluidity and righteousness. Honestly I create for myself, to keep my sanity at all cost but here’s the truth, I’m only living because even when I seek death I am lost.
caribbeanlord
