Have you ever fallen, face first, drunk?
It feels like you're merging with the floor, sinking.
Every hard exterior you seem to sink into, like quick sand.
Have you ever had that continue to happen after sobering up?
It seems I'm falling through rock bottom.
At least rock bottom was solid.
I don't know where I am now.

I think I'm just lost now.

Now I didn't wanna have to through you under the bus
but it's like now your heart is dead and you're living on sour spite and rotten pus
it's torturous to be so loved and hated the same time by my own family no less I guess that's why they say blood makes you related but loyalty is what makes us family it's sad to be the victim of your cruel jokes and biting sarcasm I can only take so much before my brain starts to spasm at this point I'd drop you into and endless chasm before ever even thinking about you again you hurt me too many to times to try to smooth things over with you again my friend go **** an egg and crack the shell then you'll know what you do to me everyday can't you tell I'm a different human being, I'm my own brand of crazy
what I call organization you call lazy

I dont think I can quite give you the Image in my head..
The nightmares that plague my tired mind

They haunt me, terrify me and leave me clenching my throat for air
There are many but only few get me this way

There you are, myself trapped behind transparent glass...
I bang
I scream
...the only thing that seems to break is me...

I can only watch on as the horrors of your past unfold and the pain in my chest worsens and worsens
I gasp for air trying to control my own dreams, if thats what they really are
My knuckles are ****** my eyes swollen but I still cant break the glass
I slump to my knees sobbing and whimpering, broken beyond repair

I awake in the morning, my body still trembling
You are the first person I talk
Yet I smile, pretend like nothing would ever be out of the norm'

I can break down many walls, you broke mine, I let you in and it was never a mistake
You broke down the walls I threw up to "protect myself" when all it was, was to shut the world out
I could never thank you enough
So why...can I not break the one wall in front of me..?

*At night I lay awake
Tossing and turning
Forcing myself awake to distract from the sadness in my head
One day I will save you
One day I will be there
One day...I'll get away from these nightmares...

When wars break out its best not to pick a side
The thought of not losing, one in which you may confide.

Long lasting battle of the real and fake.
Is a fight that a side I always will take.

Spun lies from words make you a fraud.
Worse though is the trust which upon you trod.

Those who write dishonest create within a fool.
So write with honor, avoid becoming a tool.