Again?
I suppose I've put my fair share into everything I've gone through, grown through the years.
Everyday, I get up, and give myself a pep talk.
Everyday, I'm surronded by things I don't want to see.
And everyday, I feel more under-validated than before.
I dig my feet into the sand because I can't stand to see who's looking.
Don't look at me, I'm not the same.
You know what I am, you know what I hear,
Sometimes all I ever think I talk to is you.
I want you to hold me and tell me it's going to be alright, because the only time I feel secure is when I touch your body.
You've found a lifestyle so much better than my own though.
He is selfish,
He is blind.
He has found herself in money.
I'm trying to get back who I once was,
But it might have just been a voice in my head.
I want to scrub you off,
I want to disconnect,
I want you out of my life.
There is something very wrong with you,
You make me nauseated, you are not natural.
You are after something that I can't give,
You are so f*****g wrong.
I can't eat,
I can't sleep.
I wonder what I'm still doing up.
I want comfort, but it forgot to call.
"Now that you know-"
"I can better control it?"
"Exactly, you can control how if turns out.
"
I don't feel the control, I feel helpess, if it's a choice, of who you are, of what happens, than these choices are not enough.
To make the voices stop, to make them fade.
Let me stop, let me put it on pause, so the days I'm smiling pass by slower,
And let the days I'm crying fly by, where I wake up wondering why I'm upset.
Get off of me,
Get off my skin.
Get out of my mind.
I break my knuckles screaming at the wall,
I mutilate the walls with drawings,
Just shut the f**k up and stop talking.
Let me feel what is to be complete.