The cruel irony of second place
Not finishing first
Having to look up at them
The cruel irony of finishing fourth
You don't even make the podium
Just bask in the cesspool of failure
With everyone else

Music is my mindset
So If I'm seeking space
You'll hear it through harsh vocals
If I seek lust and desire
Harmonious sultry tones surround me
I'll be lost in the music of your body
When I seek happiness

I want to know what it feels like
To be loved unconditionally
For all I seem to feel
Is the sour taste of the unrequited
Can you love me?

Dropped like a stone
His glass heart shattered
Dropped like a stone
His smile faded from existence
He saw the rainclouds closing
So...He...Ran

They caught him quickly
Heavy on his back
His clothes became sodden
He believed he'd never make it
But after years of rainclouds
  The sun crept through
So...He...Ran

What now you ask
He's still running for the sun
Chasing it with open arms
And although his hearts in a million pieces

He

Will

Run

Unrelenting
emotioN
Ruining
existencE
Questioning
yoU
I'm
lefT
Em­pty
depresseD

I'm not okay
Overcrowded in my mind
But I finally can say
I know I'm not okay

I debated being a martyr
Believed I wasn't strong
But I'm surviving
I've been fighting
Without realising
I know I'm not okay

Yet...
There's comfort in the anarchy

Another hit
Chasing that high
When does it become too much
In the case of some
Not until
They
Are
Six
Feet






Under