sympathy for the broke ass

If it wasn’t for the dark, I’d be lost in the light, Shadows creeping close, but I’m ready for the fight, Navigating chaos, where the echoes intertwine, In a world of illusions, I’m just seeking what’s mine. Voices in the alley, they be calling out my name, Every step I take, feels like I’m playing a game, But the stakes are higher, and the nights are getting colder, With a heart full of fire, I’m the weight on my shoulder. Stars flicker dimly, but I’m aiming for the glow, In the depths of the struggle, watch the realness unfold, Every scar I carry, tells a story untold, With my spirit unbroken, I’m refusing to fold. Running from the past, but I’m chasing my fate, In a city of dreams, where the real ones elevate, If the dark is a canvas, then I’m painting it bright, With my pen as the weapon, I’ll be owning the night. might I’m trapped in this labyrinth, thoughts clash like thunder, My past is a canvas, painted with the plunder. Rambling shadows whisper, they dwell in my mind, Each step’s a tightrope, I’m teetering on the line. I’m a verbal assassin, my words are a weapon, Reflections of madness, in every session I reckon. In the depths of my psyche, where nightmares are born, I’m torn between the silence and the chaos I scorn. Echoes of the lost, they haunt me like a dream, Scream louder than my fears, can’t silence the theme. I’m flipping the script, my reality’s a riddle, Life’s a twisted symphony, I’m stuck in the middle. Creeping through the shadows, I’m searching for the light, But darkness is a comfort, in the dead of the night. Psychiatrist’s notes read like a horror scene, I’m living in a movie where I’m both the king and fiend.