Poetry & I (Logic – Hit My Line Freestyle) – Day 111, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

An addiction?
I wouldn’t call that if I were you.
I just,
Can’t live without a moment where I’m going through,
So many thoughts about my life I spill on to a stage full of others who,
Feel the same way as I do!
Broken.
Trying to glue back every piece before they’re put inside a coffin open,
For everybody’s view…

I’d rather wake up full of hope and brew another poem,
With a tear or two while I show them,
An escape from these emotions you,
And I,
Feel the second we’re aware of a reality where we lose,
More than we attain…

Pain…
The heartaches,
We have no other choice,
But,
To scrap with through a voice shouting without shame.
I’ll be damned if I conceal it with a chain,
Of smoke covering my eyes before I see the light of day…