I can feel it
Inside my chest
Hard pressed
I detest this feeling
Its like a vest
Wrapped around my being
What I'm seeing
I am fleeing
Ain't no freeing
It hurts
Like seeing a loved one in pain
I'm insane
But this want to damage
I can't contain
Its in my brain
Each slice of reality
Cuts worst than the last
Its in the past
But it happened so fast
From going,incredible
To incredulous
What about us?
The question I ask
Its not a task
All the memories bottled up
Like a flask
What if its real?
What if its true?
What's the point?
When I'm disposable to you?