I’m doing good-
I’m not, I’m unhappy.
I’ve got a wall inside my walls,
I’m in love-
With nothing really.
Not even myself,
Not even the idea of me.
I travel all the time-
Though I really just wander.
I’m lost, drowning in shame
I leave my heart to ponder
For my mind can’t bear the truth, as I’m killing my precious youth.
I’m not afraid-
I’m only scared of dying.
Anyone who says otherwise is living off his lying.
Ask my twitter followers, maybe they understand me.
Dare to admit-
The fact that you can’t handle the truth either.
Dare to deny-
I’ll only lose another follower.
I can handle this-
No I can’t, and I will not.
I will tear my name apart and scream and shout
That life is hard
And we’re all going through a rocky patch.
We’re standing at the door, but we can’t open the latch.
We can’t find our way out
Life has another way of calling out to us,
We don’t know where to stop, we won’t know where to begin.
In the meanwhile, we hold hands
Whispering a hymn-
“Truth is all we know, rewriting it is a sin.”
Originally published here
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