I have become the subconscious The background I find myself moving long before thoughts of my actions arise I am just the vessel An automaton with no pilot longing for the days when i could be in control I am only instinct now Primal Days feel as if they pass me by in blinks Maybe ill wake up soon And be myself again
I wake up. I took two pills before I blacked I forgot I did, I'm on autopilot. You might worry, The circles around my eyes are a tell-tale sign I assure you I'm not fine. I am not in control of my life I'm living in strife everyone I know has left me You see, You don't see And that's the thing I don't want you to see But why doesn't anyone see?
no friends no foes no one to hear my woes a drama queen at best i tuck myself in and rest i wake up the next day i feel exactly the same way a loner is what i am so i press 'autopilot' and try not to fight it because it will all happen again
My face is a mask I use to hide my feelings No one ever sees the sadness No one ever sees the pain Cloak it all with just a grin All my struggles Tossed into this bottomless pit I created to store unwanted feelings A vessel on autopilot Systematically completing my daily tasks Fake smiles to the fake people Tried to numb the bad Now I don’t know good No longer know the difference Life is just plain.
i sat awake in bed for the past three hours, contemplating, "how can i do this better, more - efficiently?" alas, it hits me! its impossible to become a busier worker bee when you're a different species entirely i hear a voice within, "spread your wings, butterfly - fly."