This manic mind This depressed This suppressed This unimpressed Pervious Imeasurable mass of emptiness Overflowing with sadness no, not so Simple as that
But more an interweaving madness A growing mass Like a tumor Malignant with forelorn And adorned with ornamental sentiment Regret and all the things one forgets Just to **** it up and get on with it
And the day to day, it stays that way We cut out our tongues for lack of lungs To breathe the air required to care enough To speak the words we need to say
Everyday We cherrypick our blessings and forget To give credit to the lesser triumphs we've made Day after day
We watch the light shine brightest And we let it fade and fade Never reaching out into the growing darkness For fear we will be dragged away.