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I am a prisoner of my mind. Chained down by every judgment. Trapped by what society thinks. Cornored by beliefs that you are not good enough. Beaten by what the world has to say.
She's perfect they say. She's perfect I see. I don't want to hurt her, she loves me. I like her too, but still want him. He doesn't text me anymore, he doesn't seem to care about me.
It's all a facade, the happiness that you see. When you see her walking down the street thinking how her mind could be so free. But if you really dived into her heart you'd find that it was buried.
Change my path it's clear, Change my path I must, Change my life from here, To a place that's filled with trust.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode. In a shower of stars and wishes. There's so much I want, nay need, to see and do. To experience and taste.
Is darkness more powerful than light. A black whole takes in everything around it consuming all and shrouding the brightest star in blackness. Pessimism brings down the optimism in others.
I close my eyes this is what I see, the words in my head I am madness and madness is me silence is loud and darkness is red, images float through my head, a light is dim then gone lost in the stars,...
Inside whom does the Devil dwell. His evil corrupting the soul, His malevolent hand reaching forth, From the bounds of Hell. And who among us can withstand, His dark and terrible power.
Look at me sitting in a crowd. You would never believe that it is a lie. I'm not really here, these people don't know. The real me, the girl lost inside. I smile and nod, not knowing what they say.
What are you doing?. Put it down. Hey!. Listen to me. I walk up to them and stumble into a pane of glass. I bang at it ferociously, trying to get their attention. Fuck. They still can't hear me.
I walked into a room which I've seen before but it has a different significance now. I saw a girl standing there before me, she looked different from the last time I stumbled upon her.
There's no way of knowing where i'm going. Instead of living i'm supposed to sit back; floating. Go with the flow and be patient, Stay seated in your proper station.
Miscellaneous memories drift in my mind A Plethora of emotions that feel so unkind Haunted by faces, a collectiveness mocking The vultures are gathering, mourners are flocking Everyone’s kicking me...
Locked inside my mind; The outward visage, a masquerade, Shows no resemblance of the soul. Tear it open. Rip from us our masks; They cover the scars of reality, The true impact of life.
(Verse 1) Lived my life with much fear i couldn't move on, But I'm never looking back again my futures looking strong.
Behind closed doors was a man, He hides most flaws if he can. When people look on, They see nothing's wrong, But inside his emotions are gone.
Where am I. Why am I the only one. I feel lost Feel like I don’t belong Am I in prison. Did I do something wrong. Hello, Is anyone here.
"relapse" they declare. you shrug. the word means nothing to you. you've heard it so many times that you've forgotten the difference between relapse and that other state of being...what is it.
Why can't things be simple. There is always something that doesn't quite go to plan. And that something is usually the most important part of the plan.
The whole time I pretend to be okay so you don't ever see everything you do to me. Today I held in all my tears until I knew that you were no where near.
I once came across a man, perhaps in his late 20s, tatty clothing, ratty beard, solemn looking. I asked him what he was doing in this part of town. "I've been running for 15 days straight" he said.
How do I do it. How do I release my hold on what I think is mine. What I know was mine. When did it stop being mine. Why did I lose my grasp. Why did I let go for so long.
Its like Learning to crawl again; When you're stuck with your head in the ground. The bottomless well has thousands of yells. And the words build up their mound.
Pull I once rode down a singular trail, And I saw, a blue jay. It wasn't as breathtaking as I've heard, But it was true to itself.