My Songs

There Are

There are things I said I would never do

For my soul is too sick, too little, and too late

There are fears I cannot believe have come true

Myself I have grown too weary to hate

There are colors I bleed

For they aren't as bright anymore

There are plans that have yet to succeed

Myself I have to disguise with clay forevermore

There are thoughts of hatred in my head

For my addictions are getting the best of me

There are many tears I have yet to shed

Myself I must protect to see

There are bones protruding from my flesh

For my conscience wants me to be thin

There are ideas I forgot to mesh

Myself I have hid under this case of skin

There are days I wish I wasn't breathing

For those days are the worst

There are moments I am seething

Myself I have eternally cursed