I can see your eyes looking up at me. To see if anyone is noticing. No one has been there to listen. All the more reason to sing. I promise this won't last forever.
So much heart. So much time but not enough. Self-inflicted pain can come. and remain in the fear inside of all of us. Desperately and endlessly. Trying to find a means to some kind of peace.
Without our ups and downs. We're all just living dead. I put my pulse on paper. Because I want out from inside of my head. . Don't write yourself off.
Am I defined by the hell you left me in. or the influence I make while living it?. Sometimes you find yourself stuck in the middle of nowhere. but the middle of nowhere is where we find ourselves.
I never knew exactly how this could feel. Retelling stories from a movie life from reel to real. You're still slowly developing and you'll die. If you're exposed to too much light at one time.
You did well, devil. . Family life. It's like puzzle pieces disconnected. Pictures frames will never find. This broken home my demons still reside. You would think we could have lived together with all this hell inside.
And now I know there's a place in my mind I go. Secluded, where my head is quick but my heart is slow. I bottle things up for too long waiting on someone to find me.