I apologise but there's no room left for you to leave a scar on my soul anymore.
I apologise for not leaving you any tears to shed from my red blood eyes.
I apologise with all my empty broken heart !!

I once trapped myself in an echo room

Said some words
Heard some words
Spoke a verse
returned a verse
I wanted to converse
With myself
Yet it made things only worse

What I expected
Was not what came true
For every me
There was a you
For every yes
There was a no
For every high
There was a low

And I grew suspicious
Of the vicious
Malicious
Tone at which those words were uttered
While my say was muttered
Watered
down
Spoken like a sad clown
With a frown
On my face
That grew deeper with every brazen
Contradiction that I got
Though paradoxical it was not

Because I realized soon enough
That I’m the one who said this stuff
And the reason I was being so rough
So tough
Was because I didn’t listen enough
To the different sides of me
All two, three
Or four, five, eight, ten
Perhaps even a thousand of them

Yet how do they expect me to!?
I don’t know what to do
I’m just lost and confused
In the middle of a tug of war
A war
“To determine who you are”

You see i have these little spurts,
all at one time ideas come and it almost hurts,
can't get to them all which makes it the worst,
so I have to do all this work.

Write it down as fast as I can,
breaking my hands
like a downward spiral
you never know when it gonna stop.

Like an elephant in the room
fat and crushing
taking in all the air
everywhere and nowhere.

For days it coils within and waits to be set free
and I just bleed,
bleed, and bleed.
Knowing this is just what I need.

I flow and flow like I'm at a place with no gravity
true travesty
no reality.

Then it ends
out of battery.

GET A ROOM!

Room to say, or conversation space
Filled with empty lies and careless whispers
Sax plays on with hairless jail-birds
Room to finish speaking, share this awkward tension with me.

Room to balk at fake suspense, then?
Room to crave an honest conversation
Room to leave, no hesitation?
Room to bleed upon this counter top
My head is spinning, make it stop.

Take me to my room, my bed, and aloe vera.
Got seven similar burns, let's say a brand
Shot eleven pillars of sand out from my hands.
The cops are calling, want to hear my demands
I just want space, some time, some room.