Push me, hit me, pull me down
I don't really care right now
And to achieve perfection is only a dream
And yet I try repeatedly
With no progress
I want to quit, but in doing so I will allow them victory
I won't allow them to triumph over me and who I have tried so desperately to become
I try to forget my nightmares
But they refuse to leave me alone
Sudden fear takes over my body and mind
I can't sleep "IT" is coming to get me
"They" are attempting to take over my being
In closing my eyes I free my soul but leave my mind open, in the state of wandering
Being open, all of the nonsense welcomes itself in
Confusing my mind and distorting the lines more so than ever before
I question existance
Not only of myself, but of all people
Why do we live for so long and work so hard to accomplish every one of our desires, so we can just die?
Why all of this in exchange for merely death?
Why the pursuit of happiness?
What is happiness?
Does anyone know?
Os there even a place of beginning in all of this madness?
Motionless - Emotionless
Living one day simply to get to the next and live another with no real feelings once again
I feel numb to the world, yet it seems so contradicting I know
Because if I felt numb I would not feel at all
And so how would I know that I felt numb, if in being numb I could not feel?
