You left me here to decay
I took it the usual way...
broke down with angst and dismay

nevertheless

I've learned the errors of my ways
you taught me great
to never settle for less
or rather

overcompensate

so I'm picking up my life
from the worse of my days
I had forgotten reality
persuaded by your haze


my excuse was that I enjoyed being used
a denial of my faith

you confused my morals
manipulated my nature
made it hard for me to relate

blasted unarguable fate

so while I'm stuck in the present
I am obliged to say
that I have nothing to be sorry over
you were always my priority A

and now I'm reorganizing.

here it goes...

this is a poem
that no one knows
of what i speak

my life it disintegrates

falls down to my feet
i try harder everyday
than most can say

yet nothing works
they flip on me

and if i could explain
my troubled brain
I would exclaim...
this is the nature of me

I would exclaim...
because all i have to say is...

please don't go away
and no one wants to hear that out of me

but it comes out as the opposite
the chemicals' embrace

and you take it the wrong way...
and i say it to your face (unfortunately)

and although you might say hey...
hes self aware...

his long hair hides his face!

I would have to tell you to retrace...
because this poem is a true story
and I'm a fool to the world...
or so they say

there's nothing to worry about here
my demons every seconds wake
and they haunt me so
I must escape

decisions decisions... they cloud my brain
to make the wrong ones and go insane

debate debate

arguing fate

a misunderstanding
have you no shame?

to leave me alone
when my hours are years
and my years are merely days...
how much more of this can i take?

what no one knows
is that failure...
is my fate

this condition isnt me...
im trapped in a cage
life is the crazy one
and I

I can't complain...
no really I CAN'T
every second is my last

or so it may

I never asked for your help...
I don't need it
but everyone needs company
I won't repeat it

so tell me babe
is it me that you crave?
you don't know me that well
estranged

so yea...
you can pity me
and treat me as a slave
or think you get away..
but me sweetheart
you came and left me the same

its not my brain...
im not... my brain
I'm just good
good company

the kind that remains

mirror mirror that is my wall
tell me why you have trapped my soul

cliche after cliche I'll break them all
just like my fist broke your face

but I couldn't see you cry
the pain let me know you were hurt though

and the red
I smeared it all over my hands
picking out the pieces of glass
attentively whispering out
you love me... you love me not
you love me...

you don't ******* love me
you don't feel anything!
you are 2 dimensional

a fine line between
glass and paint

but it will take a miracle of
equivocal proportions
to the heat required
to birth glass from sand

to break free the hold
you trapped me in

what have you done?
little one...

what have I done?