i feel beat down and disconnected
raped of my joy and robbed of my bliss
my passion is waning
my motivation is obsolete
i'm numb to touch and deaf to offerings of consolation
i don't want to be here anymore
i would take nothing but the clothes on my back to get away from this
running blindly into the forest thick with safety
i would crouch beneath the branches
i wouldn't make a sound
i could fit there
because i don't fit here anymore
this space is too damp and musty
dirty and decrepit
the walls are crumbling and cracking
the foundation is unlevel
there's nothing natural here
so why do you ask me to stay around
through this abuse
each time you throw me against the wall
i break a little more
and i'm pleading with you to let me out from under your heavy hand
don't make this harder than it really is
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