When you're trapped in a circle of patterns
Patterns that make up the same torturous scene
You get slapped in the face and now you're gloomed.
Don't worry, it'll pass by, maybe...
You'll start numb then you'll think, lately
You haven't felt like yourself at all.
You'll feel like everything is crumbling around you,
And that to end it, you have to get influenced,
But it won't last beyond a week, at minimum an hour.
It'll pass, and you'll be fine. If you're not, at some point, the sun will once again shine.

Gosh,

I wish I didn't feel this way...
Testing waters just to get boiled and drown today
Walk on eggshells pretending that everything is okay
Ripping my mouth off so that I won't have much to say.

I'd rather feel numb and lose all of my emotions
Trapped in plastic wraps, bags composing only choking sensations
Clearly vague and distorted like a real contradiction
It's a shame I feel like i'm a broken creation.

A flow in time divided into nine as a moments scene feels like an eternity.
Falling slowly unconscious, my soul clutches it's heart as I do the same to mine.
Rapidly changing, the scene clicks forward, ticking and tocking faster and faster.
Filling the rooms inside my head with tears I've knitted blue, with dread.
Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with my head, as I lay in my bed and pretend to be dead.
Staring a tunnel into the ceiling, forgetting life's meaning, streaming old memories, ruminating on past tragedies.
I've never lost my conscious, cause I'd rather be nauseous than gone and haunted by thinking I'd be forgotten.
Such a world this is, a world I'd not miss, but I wish I wasn't so consistent on ending.
Ticking and tocking like the clock today, waiting to stop, just to pass away, but is that okay...I'm not sure I know what to say...

Seems the kettle has to fall before anyone realizes it was singing.
Guess we clip the bird's wings before we know it once could fly.
No one acknowledges someone was tortured until they've died.


When someone hurts in the world, they're not allowed to cry.