You deserve better.
I cannot **** a monster.
You shouldn't have to.

No understanding,
But she sees more than the rest,
So I just cower.

It comes to this?

Painting my eyes black
Blindly mucking up my face
It is disgusting

I feel each day pass me by
Without a word, without a cry;
Desire wells up at the gentle tease
Of the fresh and alive, god-child sea breeze.
The food I eat is damp and stale,
Stolen from the life I cannot exhale.
And worst of all, the people, real,
Going about their business still
Ignorant to the one that hides
Beneath their feet, breathing lies.

A welcome relief
Fresh air
Innocence and longing
In the same breath
Soon to be crushed in a crowd of well-wishers
It's a shame that it will be the only song we know

I'll tell you my plans, wandering trouble
You lend an ear because you know the truth
You see what I can't
I'm just voicing to the wind
Because you'll know all about me
But the connection was just anothing piece
of High School Talk