Scarred

I feel my heart beating The rest of me is dead inside I’m still a victim, My depression has no symptoms Hits me random Doesn’t matter of my decisions I’m a victim to my own thoughts My own worst enemy without resistance No distance between each negative thought No matter how many times I’ve fought Im brought back to this painful reality, Of being a rap wannabe. I know Im decent no questions But the pressure in my brain is getting to much I need to relief tension, focus my attention Maybe have a better connection I look at my shattered reflection of jay There isn’t any affection I’m not liking the projection I’m drowning In self hate I medicate, but I’m not myself anymore Still catch myself holdin the switch blade, close to my veins Im locked up with chains around my heart I hope I make it before I end up 6ft deep Im dancin with devil in the graveyard But, I still manage to make it home only scarred