When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you’ll be successful. I struggle with asthma. If you’ve ever had an asthma attack before, you’re short of breathe, you’re wheezing, you want to pass-out. The only thing you’re trying to do is get some air. You don’t care about what’s around you. The only thing you care about is getting that air. Most of you say you wanna be successful, but you don’t want it bad, you just kinda want it. You don’t want it badder than you want to party, as much as you want to be cool, as much as you want to sleep. You’ve got to be willing to give up that sleep. My dreams will become reality. I won’t sleep till I succeed.
‘Are you out there?’, I called,… to get no reply. Well, who can I tell that it’s not so lonely being utterly alone? But I survive like the pack.
fuck a happy pill
there’s a sigh of relief knitting you in my life’s fabric.
wet with salt and mascara
that i clench and scream to everyday i lay on it.
don’t you dare help me up.
i might rub off on you.
maybe just help collect the despair i left sprinkled on the floor.
then possess me,
and undress me.
i choke from the corset of your love
squeezing out all the tobacco from my lungs.