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Am I depressed Or just a little sad? Am I insane Or just a touch too mad? I try to find rhythm In the words on the page But I long to be free And escape from this cage I try to find order In a humdrum, safe life But I need to get out Find some conflict and strife I'm going insane, At least, that's what I think And I know that my thoughts Are beginning to sink They're becoming so wild So restless, untamed And there's things in my head That can not be named They claw at my eyelids They scream in my ears They keep me awake And they pour out my tears I'm going insane I just want it to end I don't know what's coming Around the next bend The suspense is killing me Will someone please help?! I'm about to fall off Of the highest high shelf When I hit the ground I'll shatter and break And the pieces of me Will be left for a day Just to gather some dust Just to sit there and rot Because no one will give me A first second thought So the pieces of me That are shattered and broken Will remain like the words That I've left unspoken Alone
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
Locked Away In The Shattered Pieces Of A Hard Boiled Egg
Am I depressed Or just a little sad? Am I insane Or just a touch too mad? I try to find rhythm In the words on the page But I long to be free And escape from this cage I try to find order In a humdrum, safe life But I need to get out Find some conflict and strife I'm going insane, At least, that's what I think And I know that my thoughts Are beginning to sink They're becoming so wild So restless, untamed And there's things in my head That can not be named They claw at my eyelids They scream in my ears They keep me awake And they pour out my tears I'm going insane I just want it to end I don't know what's coming Around the next bend The suspense is killing me Will someone please help?! I'm about to fall off Of the highest high shelf When I hit the ground I'll shatter and break And the pieces of me Will be left for a day Just to gather some dust Just to sit there and rot Because no one will give me A first second thought So the pieces of me That are shattered and broken Will remain like the words That I've left unspoken Alone
This one pretty much just tumbled out. The only things I thought about in for any length of time are the first stanza and the title.
#alone#insanity#random#spontaneity
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josiah-wilson
American
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
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