Can you feel it
Subliminal with a sting
No gas chambers
No camps
Just as effective
Your life being ****** away

but once again I must reminisce
       on how sadness tugs me at the core harshly
       on how happiness only gets me partially
       on how my heartbeats are so unsteady
       on how I want my miracles to ******* happen already
I’m tired
                 of drowning everything with gin
I'm sick
                 of always letting this sadness win

Liberation feels good
Freedom feels great
Self-expression is blooming
Even on these lazy days
I occupy my time with
Happy stories of the past
I twiddle my thumbs
With a complacent smile
Etched upon my face

I looked in the mirror, then shook my head in shame.
I keep pointing broken fingers but I'm the one to blame.
I heard a story yesterday about a man who died.
They say he pulled his heart out through his chest and placed an note inside.

I guess I'm not too different dear because I never see
the man with notes inside his chest will always be
a
shackled
me.