UntitledCreating my own chaos, I lie and steal my own well being,
Ranting, screaming lullabies as you go wander freely.
Will this misery suffice, or should I just cause more worry?
You tell me I can change, but honey, they're just stories.
Should I be smiling and ripping stitches ear to ear?
I'm cleaning windows to my soul for you to see me clearer,
But when the wrong things turn to right and my thoughts are inside out,
Will you be there to stop it all before the whispers turn to shouts?
I need some realization, some rationality and truth.
And I know they can't win if I make it all turn black and blue.
Someday I'll rip it out of you and make you see,
There's never any peace that comes to us for free.
So I'll turn to my drugs, beg them to make sense of it all,
They whisper all the answers and tell me it's my call.
I'll buy my own way out, my ticket straight to hell,
It can't be that much worse, I'm already living in a cell.
I just wish someone would understand,
Tell me it's all ok and hold my hand.
I know I'm not all right inside, I'm not completely sane.
Wish I was picture perfect, but my life won't fit inside the fr
Maybe one day I will get to see
Through the eyes of a normal human being,
But for now I guess I'll have to wait.
Another night has past, and I've refused to change.
Brody1530 22-25, F 5 Responses 9 Nov 11, 2012