I remember when my art was just a hobby
Body hit the stage, heart was in the lobby
Holding trauma bonds with memories of what scarred me
If self-harm was a business, it was my calling
Brain scattered and cluttered up with a bunch of nothing
Never seemed to add up to an abundant substance
Anything out my mouth came to sound redundant
Everything that’s inside felt that more repugnant
Now I get up off the floor, then I walk the halls
Fresh blood on my hands as I smear the walls
Recreating all my suffering that I attract
Reframing my perspective where I thought I lacked
Acting out what I feel to an audience
Awkward and afraid, yet play true to the art of it
Forsaked the arguing of whether or not it's worth it
What I know for certain it murders me feeling worthless
Being flagellated by self-loathing depression
Gaslighted by anxiety, undercover aggression,
Confessing my regrets with no intentions to change
I sign these promise notes from my SoL...keep the change
Truth is One Thing I Will Always Hold
This Day I Am Free and Take Control
Reframing the Axiom (Daily Verse) by SoL
Performance was STAYonLIT
Lyrics were Composed in SoL
Published via Embold with SoL
Written to Axiom by Ces Cru
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