I wish my sad was cool
I wish my sad was a day drinker
Glitter covered
Beautiful, dried tears crumbling off her cheek
Misty skinned at some glorious dark hour of the morning.

I wish my sad was heartbreaking
Others staring into a globe of poorly hidden injuries
Looking over my bare shoulders to see the balding on my nape.

Instead my sad is a creaking house at night
An unseen **** growing under the boardwalk

I turn my sadness over in my mind
Like I fold my clean washing

I hope one day my sad means more to me.

When it rains, it ******* pours/ I’ve been here before/ drag me up the shore/ anchored to the ocean floor/ I can’t contain, this tidal wave/ open up the flood gates/ let the levee break/

No time to pray/ god’s been getting in the way/ pushed to the brink/ when there’s nowhere left to sink/ knock down, the barricade/ nowhere to see, no light in the dark/

I’m caught again in the mess I’ve made/ all alone in the eye of the hurricane/ counting waves rolling over me/ can someone save me from this, before I’m swept away by the flood/

Can anybody hear me, I’m not found/ out under the sun for days in this hell/ and what I paid for my sins/ would send most men straight to there end/ when will this end?/ the tide drags me out again and again/

I’ve got a mind like an ocean, an anchor for a heart/ the only peace I’m guaranteed/ is buried underneath/ the rain has caught me now/ will I drown in my sleep?/ there will never be peace, when you’re looking through the clouds/ I’m lost under the surface/

I’m caught again in the mess I’ve made/ all alone in the eye of the hurricane/ counting waves rolling over me/ can someone save me from this, before I’m swept away by the flood/

I’ve got nothing left to say/ when all is lost, and what’s said is said/ The currents killing me/ I’m drowning again/ let the storm come for me/

I am trying to become strong-
Acting as though it didn't matter-
And perhaps it didn't matter much.
I have learned to suppress my feelings-
the feelings that're lost in the dark.
We are two humans now on different roads-
Different views, different destinations.
This road goes nowhere; I know if I don't stop here,
I will find myself standing alone in the valley of death.

My voice became constantly muffled
Whirring to your ears
Becoming inaudible

After abruptly making a heartbreaking statement

I had already started to fade the more I spoke
To make things straight

I hate who I was & I hate how you made me feel for it.

Punch me in the nose;
I’ll cry at the end of the era.

I’ll mourn the years.

Flooded streets;
Cement stairs.

I wrote this song about you.

It sounds like how you make me feel.

Layered voices filter the room.

You touched too many memories;
So my brain chose to have no thought at all.

I felt,
Unheard.

I felt,
Like something was wrong with me.

I felt,
Really ******* sad.

Watermelon chopsticks in summer;
Warped social perception.

Walking the streets pretending to have a purpose.

In my head;
Trying to figure out
what the **** is going on.


& Why won’t they answer my questions?
I’m frustrated.

Im confused..
Why was I always confused?


Am I loud enough?

the flood
brings the drought,
the everlasting numbness,
only to be ended
by a knife that opens the eyes,
letting tears out once more.

Death is a premature kiss that stains your lips under a cold hearted spell that casts amongst the brew of a witches bell.
We sing along to every song, and one that continues to play over and over again is the song of death.

I can feel myself getting bad again, staying in bed constantly
Closing the curtains to leave my room almost completely dark
I feel the weight on my chest getting heavier
I stare at the messages I receive without replying
I simply don’t have the mental strength
I feel myself falling into that dark hole that I tried so hard to get out of
I need help
But I can’t see no one around
Just me, myself and I
And that’s not enough to last the night