Confessions stating that I might be in love.
Deep down I wish that it had been enough.

I swallowed the truth but you know that it was tough..

After all, I'm not confused.

Lately, I've been amused..

You're nothing but you've been my muse.

I've hardened to stone
I'm icy with little emotion shown
I'm afraid I'll only be known
Once my brains are scattered and blown

Innocence and naivety had me fooled
All matters not if that trigger is pulled
If I'm lifeless and, around me, my essence is pooled
And the heat of my flesh has gone and I've cooled
Until then, I struggle to be energized and fueled
Sensitivities were smothered as survival overruled
Thus, naivety no longer seems to have me fooled

Perhaps if my brains are scattered and blown
Then I may finally be known
For now, I'll be icy with no emotion shown
Because I've hardened to stone

I lived life surrounded by screaming
Realized all this **** simply has no meaning
I kept going but questioned my reasoning
Mentally, dark images are hemorrhaging
Desperate to put purpose to the breathing
Everything's so temporary; I'm comfortable with leaving
And I smoke too much; I hate it but I'm feening
Unsure what kind of love could alleviate my grieving
My trust has been tainted by all the deceiving
Don't want death; for my will to live, I'm still pleading
Often feels as though the voices in my head are speeding
All I desire is to subdue their screaming