Scrimmage (Through Tha De3p)

Scrimmage;

Through the de3p.
Am I thoughtless or am I weak
As now I find myself at painful odds with
The thoughts
That I keep scurrying along, while trying to fight off sleep.

Running away from what
Bothers me.
The things that I’m afraid
To let anybody see
Will I ever truly be guilt free?

Pondering on each emotion
That’s lead me astray
To where I am now, but
How do I get away?

Constant feelings of trepidation,
Is this a curse or,
Is it a blessing?
I may as well be doomed
To damnation.

Damnation for my sins;

The sins carefully hidden
Behind innocent grins
But I felt no shame
Or maybe it’s just guilt
Because now honestly

It all feels the same.