If only thoughts, would congregate,
All these worries, just went to sleep.
My stomachs contents, learnt to keep,
Then just maybe, I could weep,
Say what I mean,
Lay on your shoulder, cry for a week,
Pick up my things and **** it repeat.

Nothing makes sense in this old battered head.
A thousand mistakes, all came and went.
A flurry of pain, of love and regret.
I think I can, I thought I could, I never will.
Unfortunately, I am a mess.

Let's organize and repair, Understand and care.
Life is fading fast, it won't always be there.
So pick yourself up, do away with ego,
It is a trap, with a grasp and a hold.
A painful trick, played by the cold.

I'm sick of people;
In all shapes and sizes,
I buy your ****,
Why should I buy your disguises?

Demons deep and dark inside; so deep and dark reside,
Watching from a distance, as daylight all but dies.
Gazing over oceans, a dark hole in your mind,
You are giving into vices, and you know this isn't right.
But you do not make sense, of my reasoning sometimes,
So reach into that dresser, and calmly grab a knife.

While looking in the mirror, a sudden change of heart,
You know where this will lead you and you **** sure will not start.
You take that wretched knife, and plunge it in the ocean,
You take that darkest demon, and ******* tear it open.
It's blood is now like rain, just like you have been hoping,
You've beaten all the pain, and now to start the coping.

We are one as if the sun had forgotten how to set.
Forgetting forgets now what else have I forgotten too forget?

A family thinks I am doing nothing, Little do they know I have been dreaming. It's talking to my friends that's done the leading, before you speak learn what I've been dealing..