My words may seem like I understand the world
but they are simply strings I have pulled from my mind
and sewn into a sentence not knowing the beginning or end
only knowing the empty space between where I wish you could be
Eventually it won't matter, something always manages to break through.
Whether it's illness, or people in pain who feel it necessary to put more in pain, something will get through. And everything will be brought to and end.
Words, they cascade through the air
landing, not always fair
ripping some down
building some up
with different intentions
with different luck.
voices not understood, hidden inside a head
not able to explore, all the hurt that was said
never know
never feel
never find
never real
just a dream that has been woken, by the hurt and the unspoken.
they hurt me, they loosen my grip
they put up obstacles, they make me trip
they fight me, they win my soul
they find my heart, they make a hole
they hide my voice, they hide my pain
they make me cry, they make me insane
they lean on me, they fill me with hate
they hate me, they ruin my fate
they kill my mind, they are my foe
who are they, I don't know
