My room is so messy
But I can't seem to clean
I try to explain it,
But I can't say what I mean.
My room is too stuffy,
Outside is too cold,
The dishes need washing
Before they grow mold.
......
I see them stressed, depressed, got worries they can't forget:
Here they are in all this pain
If only they could somehow change
So everybody is the same.
Then all their problems might just fade...
Distressed, compressed, their minds are all a mess,
Bridled, suicidal, they can't escape their titles.
They can't live here in all this pain,
Why can't everybody change
......
As I stand before the Lord,
I set down my sheild and sword,
Because it's hard to be strong
When God dictates you are wrong,
And what defense is proof
When no one cares what is the truth?
Cuz there's no way to fight,
If God is always right
And the angels stand,
......
You are dead to me
And I don’t mean that as an insult or as a stab at you but I feel as if the Michael I knew and cared for died in that moment.
I am in mourning of my lover.
Thinking of seeing you now repulses me, the thought of your very touch makes me quiver.
I can never forgive you for this, not because I won’t but because I can’t.
You’ve brought me to my lowest low in a time where I need all the support and courage and confidence and strength I can muster.
You are dead to me.
A whole new feeling to the phrase filled with sorrow.
I will never not feel this empty sharp pit or this hot furious pounding pulsating from my ears when I hear that phrase being used.
Shame on you.
......
isolated in self-doubt,
relishing the pain of insecurity,
at least i feel something.
indulging nicotine,
like a bladed fidget,
just to escape.
fleeing from freedom,
refuge in the familiar toxicity.
scared to fight for myself,
because what if the voice is right,
......
The darkness creeps
Slipping into my veins
Growing roots
That sink deeper by the day
No joy
Only sorrow
Sorrow and regret
I can't shake it away
......
isolated in self-doubt,
relishing the pain of insecurity,
at least i feel something.
indulging nicotine,
like a bladed fidget,
just to escape.
fleeing from freedom,
refuge in the familiar toxicity.
scared to fight for myself,
because what if the voice is right,
......
Every step I take,
Every move I make,
Everything I do
Ends up a mistake,
I fail,
And I try,
To start all over again
But
......
Some days are sad days
No reason is needed,
You don't find things fun,
Jokes go unheeded
You don't want to cry,
But you can't seem to smile,
You just kinda sit,
And stare at the wall for a while
......
My room is so messy
But I can't seem to clean
I try to explain it,
But I can't say what I mean.
My room is too stuffy,
Outside is too cold,
The dishes need washing
Before they grow mold.
......