I can't tell what is helping;
And what's condescending;
Is this happiness starting?
Or sanity ending?
At the end of a rope;
So give me some more;
I'll tie up this noose;
Behind the closed door;
Thinking you're snapping;
So easily lit;
Really to scream;
Feels like a new fit;
On the verge of a breakdown;
Trying to control it;
But I can't even move it;
Nevermind mold it;
Fearing the touch;
But needing the feel;
Of someone around;
Someone that's real;
Cuz everyone is moving;
And everyone leaving;
So the cycle restarts;
And my hearts barely beating;
This feeling is new;
But the question is if its real;
Is this pity;
Or do they really feel?
Petrified of this ending;
I'm not changing quick enough.
Are they getting impatient?
Am I just too tough?
Don't know why he's trying;
They've failed before;
So do yourself a favor;
There's the door;
The panels are falling;
As I begin to scream;
This is a nightmare;
That I thought was a dream;
My minds shed, a household;
Abandoned, barely standing;
Broken plates and shattered panes;
Using shards for my branding;
Cuz I think I am cracking;
And the windows will shake;
And something tells me you won't hold me;
When my screaming soul rebreaks...