One day I will disappear
And leave you all behind
To start all over again
To learn to love
To learn to live
To learn how to
Be human again
And after a while
I will do it again
i want to fly across the world and restart sometimes. maybe one day i will...
When fishing, sometimes it's not what you catch, but what one releases while there that makes the trip worthwhile...
I cut off my hair and with it 3 years
I lost weight and another 2 went
But yet the outer changes can't revert the inner
And I'm still here wishing
I could go back in time.
I wish there was a reset button for life.
Take me back
To times of tranquility
In a time of peace
And mental stability
To escape my feelings
Of guilt and regret,
All the trauma and pain
I just...cannot forget
Where my mind is pure
With social innocence
Deaf to their words
Of cynical influence
Where fear is a myth
A story of fiction
Condemned by verse
To eternal extinction
I could be..
Free from the trauma
Free from the pain
I can erase my history
And walk tall again
By Darren Wall
I remember the “reset” button
on my Sega Genesis
and my N64 as a child.
With a quick **** of my hand,
all my mistakes, and problems
could be solved.
I’d get a fresh start,
a new chance to win what I lost.
Almost every single day
I wish for a “reset” button on life.
Instead, I’ll have to settle
for an incomplete game
with achievements unlocked,
with no extra content,
and the lowest of low scores.
When I placed the squares under my tongue,
I opened up a portal in my head to elsewhere.
I never want it closed.
The mistakes I keep making once again make
a grand display on the center stage.
It's coming to a close.
Snake the internal path to a detached land,
hands and arms thrusting a T like Jesus.
I cannot let it close.
Trace the slipping blades of grass with no demand,
but to find my voice, hidden, wherever it lies.
I cannot let it close.
I'm at a stage, where stepping back reveals
my influences have transcended and become me,
when what I need, is to find myself
and then speak.
I see people struggling with what they learned.
I’ve yet to learn anything.
My mind just feels empty and blank.
There’s nothing in it but abstract forms that ellicit vague and varied emotional responses.
Suddenly, without warning, “it” attacks.
But my apathy would invalidate “it”.
But “it” stays there.
Waiting until I feel again.
Until “it” re-triggers my emptiness and apathy.
Waiting to be filled only to be spilt and reduced to nothing.
An absence, a darkness, an abyss of unfeeling.
A deprivation of senses as if something has died.
“It” just does what “it” is intended.
At first, apathy dismisses “it”.
But soon, I regain my consciousness.
And “it” subdues my consciousness into apathy.
“It” is an endless cycle.
There’s no other word for “it”.
It is just “it”; an entity that lacks words to express, a phenomenon.
An anomaly within me.
I’m tired. Academically drained, lacking passion and dreams. Lacking aspirations, goals, ambitions and motivation. Lacking a future outlook. Trapped in a cycle of an empty mind and a broken body. I don’t feel anything but heaviness. Maybe this is depression? Lapses in memory? Random aches? Hypochondria? “It” swallows me whole.
I forgot your reminiscences that were keeping me awake at nights,
I shut out the thoughts that reminded me of you,
I put away all your souvenirs and pioneered on a journey without you,
I shrugged off at every mention of your name,
Everything hit a reset switch- the moment I ran in to you today !!
Now I have to push myself out of this graveyard again, mend my broken heart again,
Erase your memories again, write off your name again.
Looks like I will have to be born again..
Annoited within the bleeding
Left falling in broken endings
A story built on our showers
A horror built up like towers
Humanity is resetting
Repeating all of our actions
Resulting in stories setting
A looping theme of the masses
A tragedy's in progression
No peace sent into the pending
Will, we ever have a session
That'll end without us pleading
Absence in understanding
We'd not know what's up ahead
As we wander the forest thinking
We've won when we've lost instead.