I'm not sure.
I'm unclear.
But I can tell you what I feel.
I feel a passionate cloud stuck in in my chest.
So vague, so foggy, the mist.
Constantly I breathe more in,
as it suffocates me.
Though I know something clear is being built.
Something I fear is being built.
And when I breathe it out.
I will be sure.

i'm stuck in this ******* clear box with nothing but my conscious mind and my lifeless body and all i can do is watch everyone around me move on with their lives. this anxiety has left me stagnant  for the past two years and i'm not strong enough to physically push it out of the way. they all say to follow my dreams, do what i want. but they're only contradicting themselves by not allowing me to venture out. how the **** am i supposed to get out of this box when it's locked from the outside and i'm the only one who has the key?

Spending too much time writing what I am spending too much time on
This should be simple.
Clear and simple,
Clear and simple.
Like glass,
Clear and simple
You call me cute while you break a shard of unspoken about glass, and You dig it into my skin, my throat.
Me, hoping to die,
You, hoping to show me how much you love me, if you love me at all
Knuckles cracking,
You hurt me,
You make me sad.
I love you, but you're always mad.

I want my eyes to penetrate passed your make up.
Passed who you think you are and who you want me to see.
Who is it who wears this false claim?

Go ahead and look at the average life span of a human.
Now look at your age-
Now who are you?

Does your mask still conceal?
Or have you felt something deeper, stronger?
I'm tired of the words like human, love, hate.

Let's sit silent and look into
each others eyes
And see each other for the first time.

The black waves pushed her head under deep water. You would think she was in the ocean, but she was just deep inside her mind. Lost and lonely, struggling to survive. Until he came and washed away these black waves, replacing them with clear, blue skies and bright sunshine.

When I think of you I get shivers down my spine.
It is getting kind of hard to walk in a straight line,
and my body is getting weary.

Tired of the lies that I can clearly see through your
unforgiving eyes.
Times when we fight, but have no will to survive.

It is times like those that I realize that maybe,
just maybe, we were never meant to be.

But I can't live like this, not knowing what
could have been.

I don't need anyones permission to go after goals I want to achieve, only thing stopping me is the excuses that I mustur looking passed the obstacles ahead of me. Brick walls blocking the path nothing to extravagant grab the right tool and chisel that sucka down into new pavement.. Stepping over the pieces I take heed of the mistakes I made and those throughout history putting two & two together hoping I'll find the cure for "The Followers" that control our societies.