Sometimes writing helps the pain. |
I. Stop trying to reach me Stop telling me you care Stop asking what's the matter You can't make me listen to another one of your words I don't want your pity I'm not asking for your false sympathies Don't tell me you know what I'm going through Damn your lack of understanding I can't turn down the stream of consciousness My own thoughts are driving me mad I have to make a choice between the sadness And the chaos that can fill its void Take away my understanding Rid me of thoughts of now and then My senses live through my trembling skin The burning eyes, the scattered vision I don't think I can create expression Numb shock seems the only face I can make Nervous fear, the cause unknown Haunts me, hunts me, traps me I feel so self-destructive I just want to make it end The things I see hold no meaning Sounds cause nothing but irritation The power to stop thinking Seems like an unreachable joy Even my dreams are marred By the chaos that surges in my mind I know, I've heard, I've endlessly been told Self-control can solve it all If I would only care to try I could make it all disappear But I think that if my cure Was in reach across the table I would not stretch out my hand To take it A corner of my mind Still trying to reach out Confessing for a moment The insanity in my head Immediately regretting The action which I took As meaningless advice is poured Pounding at a skull that's already too full Stop telling me about your successes Stop trying to get me to do things as you do You only think you can understand the depth of the chaos, different from yours in every way Just leave me alone In my darkness So I can await the rising Of another worthless day II. I wonder if when I am calmer I will regret these hasty words Penned in anger And frustration The next moment I am happy Will I remember what its like To be caught up in nothing And trapped by my own mind Usually I think I'm happy Could it be I just pretend Acting out the game of life As I think I need to do to mend I like to forget I ever fall I like to act as if things are fine I always dream I can stay At the very top of this competition But I guess we need the crashes As hard as they can be To make us value our climbs And realize their importance At least that's what I'm told By the people that surround me Still I wish that I could keep moving up And never have to follow the spiral down. |