I spent days in my room, Attached to the television screen, wanting to cry an endless cry. I ate comfort food: Ramen noodles, and chocolate for dessert. Emotions became stronger and stronger and stronger, overwhelming. I do not get out of my room ever, and even the holidays, I just love the comfort of shelter, I don't know what I'd do without my room. Sometimes, in my room, I want to scream. I pace around my room, From time to time, In proper fashion. The stomping of my feet became louder and louder, But my voice remained silent. I soon felt emotionless, and all the emotions that I ever had was crying. I watched documentaries about space in my room, Knowledge zooming in at me. I spent days in my room, Voice becoming silent.
Sometimes, Smiling seems so right, But sometimes, Smiling seems so wrong. Sadness seems so right to get rid of, if we could, But it's impossible to get rid of all the sadness we have... Seeping through our brains, It makes us go insane. Sometimes, Smiling seems so right, Sometimes smiling seems so wrong, And sometimes we want to remain emotionless.
Emotionless, in pain it's not mundane It's insane, where is all the shame I'm not to blame, so where's my fame I came into this world full of life and wonder Just to have it all torn asunder To be dragged under with the roar of thunder Buried up to my neck, to be kept in check All but broken, I remained outspoken Weeks gone by the toll of a token, I remained unbroken Walked on, spat on, ****** and shat on Slowly, sanity left as if taken by theft Dying inside and out looking worse than a trout Suddenly, a speck of rust, breaks away all of the dust Surely this must be a chance to get a glance of a new freedom So I stand without a demand, not giving a **** Few words go through what remains of my own brain Emotionless, in pain, not mundane, just insane there is no blame for not having shame in any sort of fame