Stained songs in your earCheap words in my ear. You try to awaken me.I sleepwalk and my dreams are far too strong to share. You say to me,"open your eyes and look at the world, look at what you're missing".Sometimes I wonder if I'm the one who really needs to open her eyes.You taught me to listen and I hear warm thoughts leaking into my ears, but I think it's time you listen to me. Hear me when I say I need you, to understand that my dreams are something worth sharing.
All look awayAre mine the only eyes that seethe lies you breathe,this horror struck scene?
You're my nicotineIt hurts like the way the nicotine scabs my lungs.You're the nicotine and I'm the lungs, withering and pounding for escape like a prisoner proven guilty on false accounts.Yes, it hurts. It hurts more than you can imagine, and I can barely draw in a warm breath. But the pain settles deeper without remembering. I don't like to forget, and if I do, all the poison will disappear but the numbness will drown me in a pool of amnesia.I will never forget.It hurts the way falling in love forces my heart to beat against my chest in a rhythm only a lover can stop. You're the lover and I'm the helpless damsel in distress, waiting for a kiss, but only receiving a hole in my heart where you reached inside, forgetting that I need to be drugged first because I won't forget.I will never forget.It hurts, and although pain fades in time, I will never forget.
What you wantI miss fierynights anddead mornings.Tell me good bye like you promised yourself you would.
IdiotsI imagine myself locked in a cage, surrounded by idiots. You are all idiots.I'm stuck, just stuck and I can't move because the arthritics has pinned me down and won the battle and I don't know how to win the war. I'm so very vulnerable."I am unhappy and I will be unhappy because nothing can satisfy my taste any longer."Yes, well you are an idiot.Why would you want to be unhappy? Why would you want to sit and cry and waste away in a corner while the rest of the world moves on with their idiotic lives, and have idiotic children to take on this disgusting idiotic world. I would burn this world if I had the chance because you are all idiots. But alas, I am stuck and my body can't handle the sudden temperature change. I would burn the world to ashes because I too am an idiot.
Listen to me screamListen to me scream.I'm whispering but they get louder and harder and I can't breathe. I'm whispering but they come out as screams and I don't mean to scream because I don't want you to hear me like this; I don't want you to have to suffer along side of me. There is no proof. My body holds scars (fair, invisible scars) but you overlook them and I want you to stop trying to convince yourself that I'm okay when I fail at everything I do. I can't ask for happiness, for sunshine, because the sky darkens as gray as my eyes and my head fills with smoke. I'm going to implode and it's only my fault.Listen to me scream when I whisper my goodbye.