Thought Bugs.
Thoughts interwoven like bugs in my brain
Used to think that I must’ve been insane
Now in days dread I don’t feel the heaviness
No more thoughts process, less stress

Used to think that everything I did was fault
Now I’m thinking society’s crumbling at halt
I’m not perfect, as I don’t aim to be anymore
Ceasing to open door after door, after door, just being bored.

Sickening thoughts remind of my youth,
Thought relations was a necessary noose,
Sometimes I feel lonely,
then I think of my commitment issues

I rewired my brain that everything I felt is a problem
Now I know I am not interested in love or days that bygone
Some people are good in relationships or sex
I’m neither at both, but that’s okay
I’m fine with the way I live nowadays,

Suckers mess, dramatic fuzz,
No more need for the romantic rush,
Lovers fight, love can be crushed,
But then I think about how much I love my friends
Is love truly a must?

Sure it can be great, invogirating for some
I choke at the thought of putting aside my life for one
I love my life to the fullest and the brightest of days
So why feel obligated by the grand master societal pressured race?

I am finally completely fine with loving my own
Caring for my friends, thoughtships and are prone,
To love my friends unconditionally, for they are unmatched worth,
I love you all, my salute to you!

I have finally gotten to the point of no return
And I love the lessons I have learned
But once truly being happy with yourself is achieved,
Nothing can lose my sight of that stress relief,

I thought many thoughts whilst writing at first,
I have cleaned them out again with writing on paper
I don’t need no fixings or a replacement of lovers,

I finally became my own savior,
Time tells many different future’s
For now has come the time,
That I am sitting on happy pastures.