Do these words get across to you?
Do you see the suffering that you cause?
I cry out in agony and you're not there to comfort me
you don't see,
the words are scribbled down in places
on the wall, the tissues all over my floor
my slow walk and I stagger to my bed
lock the door to to muffle the sobs
escaping me
i am engulfed in sadness

look at all the holes we're putting in things and holes we all have in us and the **** spewing from them

we care so much about celebrities and let our lives go to the wayside while they carry on living their lives

we're zombies created and we're consumed by everything in our culture

it's completely silent throughout the house at 6am
but then agan that might be my dad i hear
only the clocks are ticking in the candlelight that smells of pine
don't turn on the music for the silence is speaking and listening carefully to me
the vents blow their warm breeze and i am comforted enough
in this home where i feel like an outsider early mornings are not the usual but 3am's where i stay up until i pass out but at least in quiet
my life is at a standstill
since i can't make decisions

you don't know the things i think
the things i scream and dread every waking moment
they slither and crawl into my dreams
haunting me day and night
i awake to cloudy confusion like a lampost on a rainy day
making it's way into the sun

sometimes i have so much going on in my head
i can't bear to do anything
i'm trapped in my mind, always
can't bear to read,
in between the lines
these emotions build up
then it's nothing, none at all
feel, see, breathe, don't die for me
I see what you mean
as you close in on my thoughts
hiding away in the corners of my brain
you reside and give me advice
sometimes i bleed to feel
now i just try to breathe