breaking my rules
and making a four word song
when usually i take my brain
and mash it into one place

don't wake me up from my dreams
where it's a place where i didn't ruin us
a place where you still think i'm normal
and a place where you believe in me
and maybe you'd want me there too??

don't wake me up from my guileless guilt
the place i know so well
still warm from a daydreaming sleep
forming around my body, pressed into shape
a place where i can think about the way
you pushed me away

wake me up when it's bright blue outside
cold and biting, clouds filled with mirth at my pride
at the things i've done and the places i've gone
woah. what do i do anymore

it's damaged, really, the way that i see
a person in front of me, eyes flashing like
broken highway signs littering the road
but is that flashing a good thing?
i take it that the answer is no

Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar

Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't

What do you do
When your mind's a living hell
Filled with demons and monsters
And you're trapped beneath their spell?
What do you say
When someone asks if you're okay
But the truth is, it's a struggle
To even make it through the day?
Yet, it all comes down to one thing:
Who you think you can trust
When you've been hurt too many times before
And it's usually because...
You're too soft and you know it
Just accept the truth
You don't know how to stop them
From taking advantage of you...
Still, it wouldn't be so bad
If it weren't for one small thing...
It's sad but quite true, you know
soft hearts break so easily...

Perpetual control freaks
Are always right and never wrong
Revel in their children's achievements
Eternally augmenting their own ego
Never short of anger and criticisms
Tell children to be always be grateful
Stubborn as they get older but too stupid to realise.