The weeks according to MOnkee
It’s bin done, it’s over, finito.
Strange how a person’s mind works, At one hand I can understand it completely,
on the other hand it stays a mistery that can’t be solved. A perfect riddle..
I stayed at my parents home for a week.
A week and a half ago I collapsed under all the presure I was on.
Presure from work, but also the presure I was putting myself on.
It was never enough and working was all I did every day, 7 days a week.
5 or 6 days in real life, 7 days in my head. I couldn’t take it anymore and now it’s bin done..
It’s so scary that you can lose yourself completely and don’t know where to find yourself again.
I keep it simple, I’m lost..
I keep it difficult, want to find myself, but don’t know how..
I’m scared, I’m tired, I’m emo, I’m agressive, I’m crying, I’m laughing, I’m strange, I’m difficult..
Who am I?