I read and reread
So overly inspired with what others create
I cant plant the seed
I cant make these Ideas grow and blossom at any certain rate
Maybe im stuck
Stuck inside my head
Where everything sounds like junk
And I cant go to bed because its like im seeing red
I get so mad being cooped up inside my head
Why cant I get the letters to form
Its all right there and I can feel it so close
But my hand wont write and the pen wont become warm
Because I havent bothered to pick it up, I think im being a bad host
For these thoughts of mine that are clumsy
But want to be set free insted of being traped and unseen like a ghost
...sometimes I wish I were a ghost

Who I am, what I say, and what I do, isnt for anyone. Its not up for debate. If my presence ****** you off ,thats great, congratulations, but stay out of my face. I dont want to hear what you have to say because its doesn't make a difference to me, im not gunna change just because you have a problem with me. Ive hardly ever talked to you, and you hate me? Okay love, whatever you say.  Please just stay out of my way.

As the skys fade to dark
My demonds come out to play
I would cry out
But its already to late
They're here
They've come to take me away

But with the beautiful stars above me
maybe its not so bad
With the moon shining bright
Reminding me the suns still there
And caressing me with its soft white light
Maybe im going to be alright tonight

i whisper it over and over as im dripping blood just trying to fight
I know one day that statement will be true
So ill scream alone at night
untill the time comes when the darkness creeps up behind me but no longer hold me tight
So when you kiss me goodbye and ask if ill be alright
ill no longer be lieing to you

Im not sure what im doing tonight I have far to much on my mind and nothings sounding right, really im just trying to sort through my thoughts all the while wondering if im really alright.  You see, I go back and forth about that, im good untill I get stuck in my head. My head can be a scary thing, filled with harsh veiws of myself and the world mixed with odd hellish dreams. I feel if I tried to explain my thoughts to some, I mean to really explain and try sort through it all, that they'd probably just laugh at me n say im crazy. And crazy as I may or may not be.. I lost my train of thought

Are the most thrilling,  the ones when things are unclear

Oh what you'd look like portrayed in ink
Captured by someone who admires your physical shell
As well as the way you think

Kind hearted caring and smart
Oh the things someone could do with you
For the sake of art

Ill take your hand and we'll go away
Stop for a minute when the lighting is just right
Ill snap a picture quick so i can remember this later tonight

Let me draw you
Paint you and scalpt you
Because in the morning when you go
Its all ill have to show
That in the vast world of time
For a brief second you were mine

My mind begins to race
And i struggle to keep up with the chase
My imagination runs wild
But honestly im really tierd
Why cant my mind let me rest
Maybe it feels I need to process and digest
But you see, id have to disagree
Because I dont want to think about climbing a tree
Why cant my mind let me be
Id really like it right now if I were asleep