Its heavy.
These iron balls tied on my arms and feet.
I can't go on anywhere.
Its too hard to manage.
Its uncomfortable.
With a huge wound in my heart i cant cure.
Its beginning to rot.
There's no other way.
I'm sick.
Its like a king's scepter in a garbage can.
I know I don't belong here.
But I can't find my way back home.
It's lonely.
No one understands my reality and its existence.
They don't recognize me.
solitude does.
see it in my eyes... even when i paint a smile...
It's crazy.
Sunk deep in my hallucinations in my depressions.
I feel like another being.
Held outside my sanity.
Its heavy.
Feeling like an old pirate ship with all its glory.
Drowning in bermuda sea.
All by myself.
But it's funny.
As i struggle to redeem myself - the real me,
without sympathy, just ridicules.
haunting the ghosts in me.
Cant trust anyone... anymore...
