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.
