My eyes grow sore, my soul - a mess
I get by in life with very little rest.
Why am I like this? What is this stain?
I've scrubbed the spot but it still causes pain
With each breath i take, my ribs push in
The internal cage I have about to rupture within.
The beating of a bird's wings,
A world full of bitter sweet things.
All things that keep you awake at night.=
Joy and death - fight or flight.
A seedling bound to never sprout,
A teenage boy who knows only how to shout.
He’s immature - too much like a child
But when he acts his age you tell him to knock back a mile.
“You try too hard to be grown up”
But that's because you ask of him way too much.
He earns the money that keeps you stable
And you stomp on his dreams, leave him unable.
Unable to think, dream, or to love
You trap him in the hate he can no longer rise above.
Has he not given enough to you?
What else could he possibly do?
He drinks your poison - now by will
His bones shake and ache with an eerie chill.
“All of it is wrong, everything you are”a
Then you try being this teenage boy stuck in tar.
He’s tired of it - of you all
He has very few who still answer his call
I'm not a disappointment
And you definitely aren't heaven sent.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 10:42 AM UTC
My eyes grow sore, my soul - a mess
I get by in life with very little rest.
Why am I like this? What is this stain?
I've scrubbed the spot but it still causes pain
With each breath i take, my ribs push in
The internal cage I have about to rupture within.
The beating of a bird's wings,
A world full of bitter sweet things.
All things that keep you awake at night.=
Joy and death - fight or flight.
A seedling bound to never sprout,
A teenage boy who knows only how to shout.
He’s immature - too much like a child
But when he acts his age you tell him to knock back a mile.
“You try too hard to be grown up”
But that's because you ask of him way too much.
He earns the money that keeps you stable
And you stomp on his dreams, leave him unable.
Unable to think, dream, or to love
You trap him in the hate he can no longer rise above.
Has he not given enough to you?
What else could he possibly do?
He drinks your poison - now by will
His bones shake and ache with an eerie chill.
“All of it is wrong, everything you are”a
Then you try being this teenage boy stuck in tar.
He’s tired of it - of you all
He has very few who still answer his call
I'm not a disappointment
And you definitely aren't heaven sent.
