Through The Air I Stand

So frustrated and angry inside of my head,
Twitching and jumping to every loud sound;
To every crashing sound of an item or two,
Being thrown from wall to wall in this house.

Four white walls stand up tall in this house,
But everytime I take just one look at them,
I see pitch black covered in bruises and scars,
How do the walls do it? Stand so strong and tall.

Sitting here resting my chin on both my knees,
On this white eggshell, with nothing inside of it,
An eggshell that has been broken inside and out,
Over a million and two times before this night.

Tears don't even come out from my eyes,
I don't even feel them building up inside,
They're all cried out, and down a rusted drain,
Down the sewer and probably in another city.

Maybe I should give up, leave everyone a bye,
A farewell, because I'm dying and praying;
Bleeding and screaming inside of my head,
Twitching as the world turns and sounds vibrate;

through the air.