come back.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to this pen, this notebook, this laptop. I'm sorry to my friends. I'm sorry to myself.

But tomorrow morning I'll be okay and I'll be back to my ways.

I don't want to live like this.

Hope things are going well for you inside, bro.

But outside here, things are no less difficult. Been stuck here on this page thinking of verses and rhymes I used to write.. But fuck! Maybe they were shit in the first place.

Where are my bars.? Come back, I need you. To remind me why I'm even studying this in the first place.

Please. remind zen not to get distracted. think about the people you've got to answer for. think about yourself.