What Started The Vortex

[Spoken words]
So you cowered like a coward wanting shortcuts to end it
Dwelling the hell hole, too afraid to feel whole, lodging the gun of what-ifs
(What if I regret it midway, if they even deign to bear the pain)
So you told the whole world stoicism, knowing you’re trudging of grudges from coeval pain
In refrain, youth is grant-wishing factory
You ran missing, drained
Fleeing the suffering, shattering in knee-deep indeed
So what if your nineteen years of living were only to breathe, biting your teeth
Rebuffing past faux-pas, hereby you compile
And you comply the pile to con play
After the revolution, it’s junta, after you shun is the push
I thought of jumping off seven stories building like the predecessor never before
I
Wished
I wished I was raised encouraged to have the courage

I never stayed alive for myself
I carried this for years
I’ll carry this for years
I feel like I’m winning
But am I waging the wrong war here