Its not hard for me to push my emotions away
Because it's so hard for me to show them
They're already so deep inside
That it doesn't take much
They are easily hidden
I suffer in silence
I don't want anyone to worry about me
Im fine Im ok
I don't do it anymore
Its over I'm fine
All lies
But its easier for you to hear
To think everything is fine

I am haunted
by
things
that
do not
haunt
me

I feel nothing but dead,
with every ounce of strength left in my head,
so ******* **** me,

so my body,
can match how I've been feeling,


feeling that never seem to go away,
no matter how many petty wishes you make,
on stars and dreams you know in the end,

all are just ******* fakes,
but you still wish,

because sometime you hope and pray,
that one of these times,
that one ******* day,

you wish at the right moment,
and the **** you need happens,

but I still live by everything happens for a reasons,
so I am not supposed to cut my cord,
but you could cut it for me,

thats the loop hole,
in the death tolls system,

I saw you
Walk in late
And sir down with her
I remember whem
She would have been me
I saw you

I saw you
Look over your shoulder at me
And whisper
I saw you

I saw you
At the end of the night
You took her by the hand
Ducked your head
Avoided my eyes and my thoughts
And left
I saw you

I thought you were gone
I thought I was free
But you were there
I saw you

Too much in my head
Voices, songs, condemnation
There's no room for you.

You made me feel unwanted
by all the things you did not say,
a simple goodnight, how was your day?

**** these annoying little itches
Just go away, stop playing tricks
You're acting like 9th street's ***** *******
Who act like they're tired of just ******* *****
You start with being a little tickle
A quick scratch to attempt satisfaction
Nope, you're too fickle
& are becoming a wretched irritation
I swear it's an invisible hair
I feel the *******, I know it's there
Tricking me by switching spots
**** your evil plots
Just when I thought you finally gave in
TWO MORE PLACES ITCH, I ******* can't win!
It's the ceiling fan that's to blame
Blowing the air with no shame
But I got to keep the fan going
Without it, I'll have a sweat layer profusely glowing
.....Wait a minute, is this really happening
You swear I'm not dreaming or imagining
The itching has finally called it quits
WhoooHoo, no more scratching fits
I don't think I could handle that much more
Just as annoying as it was before
The ghost hair loves to pop up at random
I can't stand them
With all their UNFUNNY pranks
Such a pleasant visit, Geeez thanks!
But it never manages to last
BECAUSE  I will ALWAYS be the one who will outlast!