YOUR MIND IS LOCKED AND I CANT FIND THE ******* KEY
IS IT STORED AWAY IN A SECRET PLACE
OR IS THE KEY IN YOUR HEART OF STONE
UNLOCK IT AND LET ME IN THE DEPTHS
WHERE COB WEBS HAVE FORMED
AND THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW WERE EVEN THERE
AND LIKE TORNADOS BRING TREES TO THE GROUND AND UNHIDDEN STORYS ILL STORM YOUR MIND AND RESURFACE YOUR SECRETS
ILL SLIP MY WAY BETWEEN EVERY CRACK AND CREVES
BUT KNOW THAT ILL LEAVE PIECES OF MYSELF BEHIND
NEW SECRETS UNTOLD TO THE PUBLIC PEOPLE
THINGS YOULL NEVER FORGET
LIKE THE WAY YOU TOUCH MY FACE
AND KISS MY LIPS
AND THE SOFTNESS OF MY BREATHE ON YOUR NECK

Hips like knives
That can cut like heartbreak

This dirt under my
Fingernails is from crawling out
Of holes that Life
Threw me into.

Well... at times I jumped in
Without help.
The point is
I know how to get out.

I'll teach you; here, take
My hand. I might even let
You have the whole arm.
But know:

The moment you try to
Pull me down for a quick fix
Of company and comfort, I'm
Letting go.

Life is more than holes.
More than self-pity.
The sun never searches for
A cold face to kiss.

Sorry for smelling like cigarette smoke and for starring at you all the time
for laughing too loud and for shaking so much
Sorry For shooting my gaze to the floor when you tell me words that weren't made for people like me.

I'm stuffing needles down my throat
So that maybe I can release the pressure that's been building up inside of me
Maybe One might ***** the source of my sorrows allowing me to be free of the ******* weight thats wrapped around my ankles, I can't move
But the needles are carving into my esophagus
Words of a pessimist
I can't breathe
Maybe I can calm the demons dancing around with a pill or a potion
But the smoke you blow in my face feads the forgotten souls
Resurfaces the things I tried to force out of my mind so hard  that they embedded into the under lying layer of my skin
I keep thinking that maybe a blade could do the trick
A price to pay for the way I act
A punishment or maybe it's an attachment
Who knows I can't ever quite it
Like smoking cigarette after cigarette
I turn my lungs black and my wrists red
Can I ever look back
Without wanting to hack myself into pieces?