State Of Mind

The same time last year I was freaking out.
I wasn't even writing - let alone speaking out.
I gave up on fighting, I felt I was bleeding out.
I bet this is boring...
Maybe it's because I'm reaching out.
Save me from the cause of restoring my leaching sprouts.
Beating myself by my speeching mouth.
Trying to stop writing and hurting again.
Hiding the addiction and curse of the pen.
Burst out in flames with dirt and I'm quenched.
Full of fire and I'm back to flirtin' again.