walking with fools
but here we are
Simple and sad
I want battle scars
But my hands only carry cheese cutter scabs
Maybe a testament of who I am
Sorrys lost in the same wind
Forgetting I am just a twin
A copy
Losing motivation faster than my thoughts
There is a freedom in isolation
Scraping myself off the floor
Wishing I wasn't depressed
Tired of loading guns just to put them down
Sick of fighting the same damn war
My will is weak
God is gone
Tomato soup cans empty
Filling my spot on the shelf
perpetual disaster mode
Tornado heart
Hurricane minds
Dead set for destruction
Water washing mountains to pebbles
Decomposing giants to rubble
Free men caging themselves
Ripped Jean and tees
Holes in my shoes leaving scars
Hunger so great feeding the masses
Entire industry built of my insecurity
Reaching for hate instead of love
Living to please
Gray smoke filling skies
Coating lungs black
Bobbing for cancerous apples
Surgical scars instead of moles
Pretty isn't good enough anymore
Faking smiles, hiding tears
I'm trying to tell you
But I'm sure you're not listening
Tired of clinging to people just to have someone
Sick in happiness
Comfortable is my depression
Life is a waste of time
Time is a waste of time
Wanting more receiving less
Perpetual discontent
A beast dormant inside
How can I fight if just getting out if bed is a feat in itself let alone winning a war in isolation
No motivation
Destined for evacuation
