Nothing feels how it felt before.

The pressure was storing up.

The balance destroyed.

Depression toying with me,

But at least my mental is strong.

And through my darkest of times,

I tend to drag you along

And that was probably wrong.

It was probably wrong.

I’ve been so unsure.

My confidence is dipping,

But yet my faith is restored.

Satan been tempting me

But I come ready to spar.

I’m ready to take this locks of my heart.

And give a cry out to God.

I feel the surges of passion

I feel my victory’s assured.

The proof is in the pudding!

And I have this.

Checking all the goals up of my checklist.

The pen help me unpack shit.

And it helps with recovery.

My writing‘s been blocked

But I hope the flow it stays buttery.

My pen could flow off this depression

But my happy keeps on buffering.

Am I stuttering.

Let me know.

Maybe not, maybe so.

I’m at the fork in the road

Where my path is unknown.

I can see the bigger picture.

Should I stay or should I go.

Catering to my soul.

And following my ambitions.

My intuition is tingling

Time’s ticking.