I am a soldier trapped in a porcelain prison.
Foreign to the barracks that mirrors my skin
I am within my own adversary.
The trenches in the scars on my legs sit as a reminder
That I will forever be at war with myself.
Barbed wire conjured by my own mind restricts my wrists
From opening the fridge door
I have to be in control,
That’s what the voices tell me.
I can’t be without the mirror
It reminds me that my ribs are too wide
And that a number controls my life, not me.
I can say every word ever created
but it will never mean the same thing
it does to me that it does to you
after all we had
and every moment we have shared
we now act like we never met
I'm just missing your love and your smile.
And I never want to see you with a frown.
Just smile, please. For me?
we all stand
on the fragile surface
of mundane ideals;
a billion tiles
of hopes and dreams,
glued together by blind belief.
A safety net cradling you
from what is below;
of a meaningless existence
I met a genius on the train
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
i'm trying to stay here
trying to find my place in this hell
trying to find a reason to breath
all i do is try
i can't even do that
— The End —