The melancholic stir of emotions Deforming this whirlpool, The miserable stench Accompanying noses around, The tastelessness Smoking up the tasteful surroundings, The crazy scent Climbing out mindlessly....
Just to get bottled in this purity.
Through the eyes of those who bottle the reality of the mentally disabled, the world feels like a jar of so-called purity surrounded by a vacuum.
The darkness is my only friend It feels like I'm colour blind I'm in a silent movie Everything around me is colourless Black,white,grey is all I see A little bit of happiness is all I seek The pain is gone, leaving me numb It still comes back for more Day by day hiding my wounds Bottled everything up Letting it go freely into the ocean Prayed and prayed for the right one to open it Seeing light at the end of the journey I gained my vision Believing this beautiful soul will open it up There is always a little hope
When I was a youth I was busy, busy, busy, rushing from one activity to another ambitious for success, but I was unhappy because I was too busy to care for my mind, my mind was suffering and confused with many bottled-up emotions and thoughts;
Now that I’m wiser I realise what I need is to take time-out to care for my mind: to introspect into my emotions and thoughts to express to myself my emotions and thoughts to become aware of my emotions and thoughts to evaluate my emotions and thoughts to improve my emotions and thoughts until I have achieved wisdom about what I can do to achieve my joy and happiness.
please just let these wounds bleed/ razor blades across my brain/ razor blades across my brain/ over and over again/ counterfeit feelings and choked out dreams/ all im asking is you let me bleed/ let me breathe/ scream for air in a silent scare/ razor blades across my brain/ razor blades across my brain/ tired eyes and a poured out heart/ stop living and just survive after ive died/ nonsense is my language of choice/ a voice alone in the dark corner of my/ razor blades across my brain/ razor blades across my brain/