there's* a poison that sleeps
inside my head
has lived there a while
built itself a bed.
there's a toxin that leaks
into my lungs
i thought i could control it
but ****, i was wrong.
there's nails hammered
into my frail bones
i don't bother them
yet the cracks still widen.
you could shoot me in the head,
but the ****** bullet
would just sit there with the rest;
making friends with my worst memories
learning my weaknesses,
training against me.

and  in  the  end
                                     they say it'll be okay.
but they've said that since the beginning
so what should i believe?

and  in  the  end
                                     they say it'll be okay.
                                                         ­                 but  i'm  lost  now,
and home is far, far away.