Metaphor of a Therapy Session

(Maybe give me hints on what you believe in…)
(Some people leaving with no reason…)
 

I don’t see why people leave already.
Breathe one second to be left so deep and heavy.
And you see, I don’t think I’m ready.
To be left so damn weak, It’s sending.
Messages all around me, It’s definite that the pressures increasing.
Every place I’ve owned has always been closing in.
The bones and my skin hurt so much that I can barely hold a grin…

 
(Maybe give me hints on what you believe in…)
(Some people leaving with no reason…)
(Take a seat and then breathe in)
(What you feel, reveal a weakness)
 

Months passed by, I’m now that guy.
In the mind, he overlaps time.
Time fly’s when having fun.
Though my mind rhymes when struggling, fuck.
But then there’s black lives matter promoting in public.
I may interact in a tone that throws subjects.
I guess it no longer matters since I’m on a throne, toppling…
I own my soul, metropolis and Armageddon colliding below where heaven is.

 
(Maybe give me hints on what you believe in…)
(Some people leaving with no reason…)
(Take a seat and then breathe in)
(What you feel, reveal a weakness)
 
 
(Maybe give me hints on what you believe in…)
(Some people leaving with no reason…)
(Take a seat and then breathe in)
(What you feel, reveal a weakness)