Have you been praised recently?
Has anyone told you today
that you did well
or that you're doing your best
or that you've done so much for them
or that you deserve your rest?
Do you believe them?
When they thank you, do you ignore it?
When they reaffirm their opinion,
that you did something good
do you lash out against yourself?
Not because I don't believe them
nor do I think they feign sincerity;
It's mostly just from my experience
that just as easily that they praise you
for such a remarkable ability
that they will turn around and say otherwise
at the drop of a hat.
I am not here to tell you to believe
those who mean well when they say
I am here to tell you that
the one you should be thanking
So from the bottom of your heart, please take a moment
close your eyes, and ignore everyone around you.
Feel it within your soul, and say
For being here.
And you're mine.
In this line
And you're mine.
In your heart
Now you're mine.
On your mind
It will be fine
You to me
Today you decide
To all my demons:
Hello and welcome – back.
My chest is open for your return,
Pining for the familiar pressure
Of your phantom limbs pressed against my ribs
And slowing the blood flow to my heart.
I wonder, has your presence really lessened me?
Has your presence really ruined me?
Because the lower the blood pressure,
The harder it is to gather up
The courage, the steadiness, the willingness
To act on your orders.
To all my demons:
Hello and how are you – today?
I can’t say I don’t think about your well-being
The moment I wake from the loneliness,
Thinking maybe I’ll never get an answer
If you ever stay away.
They say you’re never really fulfilled,
Until you wish upon your enemies
The same happiness you want for yourself;
And here I am in this pit you’ve dug for me,
Floating on my tears,
Hoping in silence for your own freedom - from me.
My own pruning hands will hold the door shut
As I say this,
Hoping you continue to suffocate us both,
Gracing me with your reliable company – daily.
Just like a morning star,
like a beam of light waking you up,
I came in here, haven't said you sup,
I'm in awe how glorious you are.
Boredom is hidden in a routine
When there is nothing new,
Getting killed by time's queue
Slave of this hell for a long time you have been.
There's nothing special on a little rose,
Even though it may shine the dark face bright
So wee me trying to grow up,
Struggle to lift corners of your mouth.
So as the sun on the sky,
as the moon in the night
as they share the sky,
to share some of mine would be right.
All the people have to sleep,
And the need is soo deep,
They must follow the surrounding,
and darker it is getting,
the stronger is the feeling.
There is nothing funny about me,
So follow me, you will fall asleep.
It's well-known feeling,
Lying in a lonely bed,
without love, a mind is soo distracted
with the head under the pillow,
with the tear on my cheek, ruined.
Give me some like or love,
No more sadness, blessed I will be.
Fun and peace.
You saw me
What the hell was up with that
That feeling in my stomach
I told my dad I'd hit the sack
But I got locked on my bed
Painted my arm black
Because it covers red
See being bored is just my knack
Stereotypical, I know
See I had nowhere else to go
So I sat there and wrote
Row after row
A compilation of mental blows
See I never told her
But finally she knows
They tell me to begin again
To win again
But I'm here to show these kids
That breaking rules is fucking cool again