back to life...

walls breathin as if their tired of seeing my face... heart beatin like i jus can't seem to escape... life rolls by with me trapped behind closed doors... n it's my mind that's beginning to want more... hidden away from this world to gain what i already have... i found a piece of mind sittin alone n unafraid of my own name... yet, the paint bubbles from the boil of me bein in this fuckin room... damn near doin time waitin on my moment to remove this noose... i;m thinkin of breakin free from the loneliness that's ran its coarse... comin in a sense of back to life for my face to be seen jus wantin a lil bit more... i haven't been livin these past few yrs due to a decision that wound me up lookin for a way out... i got sucked in to regain what i lost as me tappin on letters that rarely reach the mouth... enclosed in my head is the same as bein locked away... i feel i'm ready to open the gates n release the wait... time has taken its toll on the healin of who it is i am... n i know who it is that sits still enough to be recognized as a man... not that i care what others think as i've stayed in my lane while i searched for me... only if the echos here didn't mute themselves into the silence as the words that went unheard were a steppin stone now removed from lost dreams... i wanna come out n play again before i get trapped within these shackles in which i've placced on myself... n i was wantin to neva return as there is somewhere in live someonme who;s willin to be felt... for the moments i spent solo residin with out a friend to talk to is where imma leave what i shed from my thoughts... no weights can drag me down n i carry no one that cannot go with the way life is tossed... with a smile i've linger for far to long... n by fuckin golly i jus need a fresh start that opens my hearts emotion prolonged... from the depths of the shadows here without a window to see the light of day... i am alive n i believe i'm the same as a single sun ray... as i only have a couple more writings in my fingertips left... i at the brink of gettin outta this domain that;s captured best... written as if words have become actions with movement to be seen... watch out world, i'm yet to be me...