Letter to the Editor

"Letter to the Editor"
By Philmont

Here's a dilemma
I'm set on this course I can't escape
Caught in a struggle
Longing for rescue form this place
If I had the power
To fix myself you know I would
So I'll keep on waiting

The lights go up exposing all that you see
I am a tragedy
Bound by this role I play the lead
Could you write a new ending?
Tear out this pages, rewrite this story

I'm finished fighting
All of my battles are in vain
And I'm tired of trying
Trying to make things work my way
There's not much to salvage
But You see something here to save
So I'll keep on waiting

The lights go up exposing all that you see
I am a tragedy
Bound by this role I play the lead
Could you write a new ending?
Tear out this pages, rewrite this story
I am a tragedy
Bound by this role I play the lead
Could you write a new ending?
Tear out this pages, rewrite this story

I can't survive any longer
I'm calling You, calling You
I won't scrape by on my own here
I'm calling You, calling You
Take me away
You've got plans for me, I'm listening
Take me away
You're my one hope for escape

The lights go up exposing all that you see
I am a tragedy
Bound by this role I play the lead
Could you write a new ending?
Tear out this pages, rewrite this story
I am a tragedy
Bound by this role I play the lead
Could you write a new ending?
Tear out this pages, rewrite this story

Closer

"Closer"
By Philmont

They have calculated outcomes we just pray the numbers lied
it’s all calm here on the surface but a war rages inside
and she lays still tonight

pull me closer while I count the days
until I see your face
until I look into your eyes
when I’m tired you can carry me
until I see your face
until I look into your eyes

we can fire back
another plan of attack
something to tip the scales in our favor again
if we’re expecting less
we just allow the glass to drain empty through the cracks in the bottom
and wash away
don’t wash away tonight

this is life
and I am passing through
but this world has been caught lying about what it is I’m here to do
this is life
it’s mine to waste or use
but it’s time that I decided
it’s time for me to choose
cause who am I
that you would die to prove
that the worthless are all worth it
the curse has been removed
so this is life
and though I’m passing through
I wanna live as if I’m dying
dying to get close to you

Keep Fighting.

I've become extremely irritable, inwardly, the last few weeks. I find myself on the edge of my nerves and cringing over simple mistakes. My conscience is struggling with itself. And my spirit - is weakly trying to defend itself.

I think the stress of moving to a new city and state is finally getting to me. I'm trying so hard to adjust to my new environment but fear, depression and the lack of confidence is getting the best of me.

I constantly have to remind myself that I am not weak. I’m not powerless. I am confidante. I am strong. And I can overcome.

I refuse to give in. I refuse back down. I refuse to quit.

But I am becoming weak. And I'm losing confidence.

I constantly have to remind myself that past copping skill are not good. They are not healthy. And they do nothing.

I also have to remind myself to believe it.