Love you! With an exclamation mark; like it’s far away.
Distant with the things I do and the things I say.
Squandering my time; gone with the wind. A decay.
Every day is the same thing on replay.
I’m awake and I’m caked in
a place where I’ve grown.
Where fights became earthquakes,
the same place I call home.
Molehills became mountains,
and the trees became gallows.
My personality weakened,
and all that was left there was shallow.
A proper diagnosis,
That says I’ll be addicted or dead.
It only took a lifetime of neurosis,
And a psychiatric ward bed.
To be molded by your worst traits,
To be malleable by the bad.
To shatter under the worst.
To be battered and sad.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
Love you! With an exclamation mark; like it’s far away.
Distant with the things I do and the things I say.
Squandering my time; gone with the wind. A decay.
Every day is the same thing on replay.
I’m awake and I’m caked in
a place where I’ve grown.
Where fights became earthquakes,
the same place I call home.
Molehills became mountains,
and the trees became gallows.
My personality weakened,
and all that was left there was shallow.
A proper diagnosis,
That says I’ll be addicted or dead.
It only took a lifetime of neurosis,
And a psychiatric ward bed.
To be molded by your worst traits,
To be malleable by the bad.
To shatter under the worst.
To be battered and sad.
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