Put my emotions in a glass jar,
closed the lid on a real tight.
Set it aside.

Take the next big best thing,
make myself occupied.
Thinking it can make me happy.

Now I can't get through to my emotions
Without having it exploding on me,
like fireworks on the 4th of July.

Sick,
is the sea, I love
behold the wobbling blue sky,
the boat rocks,
my rod drops,
I fall overboard
elated.

Want to sleep but unable to rest.
Want to smile but don't have the energy.
Want to succeed but can't see my worth.
Want to shine but afraid of my own light.
Want to live a dream but can't make my dream real.
I wear my sadness on my dress, pain on my sleeves, depression in my mechanical heart.
I can't move
... Or can I?

You treat me like schrodingers cat
And some times I just don't get that
I was alive when you slammed the lid
And now I'm as scared as a little kid
But you have to sort out your own head
And you leave me here filled with dread
Because when I really really need you
You act like you haven't a clue
Are you afraid my sadness will hurt you to much
That my agony will be to much for the touch
That's ok I'll keep it locked away
And maybe, just maybe one day
You'll lift the lid to look inside
Only to find out I have died

Life is a full cup of craziness
The answer is never to just empty out the contents of the cup.

Just take the lid and Shut the Full-Cup

P.s. Here's a straw for all those people that **** in this cup of craziness.