Dichotomy

Untitled Part 34

I can't focus, you're bleeding in my brain,

don't know what to do, or even what to say.

I'm choking on the memories, choking from the pain,

This hollow buzzing in my skin it makes me feel insane.

Call me an addict, i'm addicted to the tunes,

The music drown out the doubts, but doesn't drown out you.

What do I do?

I'm untitled, part thirty four,

addicted to the way it hurts, i'm always craving more.

Inside my mind it's cold, but I'm needing the warmth,

the warmth.

Wanting someone to hold me, why do I feel so lonely?

Beating maps out in my head, faculty seems to want me dead.

School's a pressure, stabbing out my brains,

why do i do this? what is there to gain?

Coughing up the blood it seems, it trickles in my veins,

The words of Mr. Popular never seem to stay.

Hold on a sec, i'm okay,

or is that a lie?

I guess i'll know tonight.

Running through a forest, i'm feeling caged,

A bird tryna find her wings, what more is there to say?

I'm okay, i'm fine, i'm alive,

Fighting everyday, i know i will survive.

Call me, again in the morning, i'm feeling low, that's my story.

Why does my skin burn, am i in mourning?

Human contact, human touch, it seems like my skin is craving for it so much,

someone to love me, in a way that they can't

reeling in the toxic fish, then throw them out again.

I'm fine... I'm fine... just feeling low, that's my story, now you know.