I've been abandoned, broke, I'm insane. You can't take back words that hit a vein. Why is everything so cut and dry. Why does everyone live a lie, well I have mine. I drown in them all the time. Maybe questions never really solved a problem on their own. I need suggestions, I'm in bed but nothing feels like home. You can't tell me everything I've fought for goes down the drain. What happened to reasons, what happened to fate? Millions, billions, of people on this earth. What is any of it worth? Not a thing, in the end we all just breathe air. In the end no one, not anyone, is there. We all have to walk alone. Try and find your crutch and they'll leave you broken and like stone. Selfish, apathetic, going no where in life. Yet they all tell you you're gonna survive. It's like being force fed the will to live, you don't want it but they give and they give. Medicating you to believe the unreal. You're never sedated but you'll feel what they want you to feel. Numb, cold, content. Is their idea sold? Why don't you try to vent? Or is talking suddenly old? To pry this mouth open, to tear the scab off these wounds... I'm afraid I couldn't undo what's been done too soon. Sometimes things should be buried inside. It's those very things that keep us alive. They may claw at my head and hiss in my ear, but at least they remind be that I'm still here. Pointless senselessness, just trying to get it out. Ten different directions, still life goes south. I want to believe I'm not the one cursed, but we all know that hope just hurts.
