I've been living inside of a dream.
The weight of my thoughts amass.
To wake up to a nightmare.
Masquerading over the glass.

Inside a shop of feelings.
The bleeding doesn't stop.
I'm constantly stealing.
Emotions that are locked.

I made it this far.
By struggling so hard.
Captivated by the stars.
I lowered my guard.

It's tough to leave home.
I've been crawling through the unknown.

With my memories, and a bottle of booze.
I rummage through the past, prepared to lose.

Each memory leaves a scar.
Times we would travel
Times we would spar.
There's no end to it when the memories unravel.

A monster up in the attic and a closet full of bones.
Overwhelming static, transmitting over the phone.

I'm hiding from the sorrows of yesterday.
But, I can't run away from tomorrow.

Despair has altered my name.
Helplessly struggling in vain.
Nothing has been the same.
I've endured more than enough pain.

I miss walking with the living.
I miss the hobbies I used to know.
Deprived of the warmth of giving along with the fuzzy feelings I used to know.

I'm tired of triggering landmines.
I'm sick of the endless eruptions.
Pieces of me to find.
Scattered amongst the destruction.

I'm sick of waiting to be found.
I threw, and threw, and I threw.
Now, I've been called off the pitcher's mound.

I'm bleeding from my heart.
From a lifetime in the dark.
Nobody will stop to help.
You only have yourself.

Do I really want to die?
Or did I get tired of trying?
Was it all one big lie?
Then... why am I crying?

It's okay to get angry.
It's okay to be sad.

Hardships are there to grow.
Don't ever think to stop.
Grab ahold of the flow.
Come out from the top.

You just gotta open your mind and expand the view.
Because, that's just what we humans do.

You taught me to be honest.
No matter the distance fled.
I can't escape from myself.

Sometimes, you can't determine what's real.
Because you forgot how to feel.

I wasn't able to protect a single promise.
I remember every action that led to me not being able to get help.

The pressure of choice takes away my voice.

Scribbles in the earth convey a lifetime of hurt.
Just let me rot beneath the earth.
Let me have my rebirth.

I won't send my goodbyes.
Because, I was never truly alive.
It's about time I discarded the light.
To this world, I bid goodnight.

It's hard to tell what is written after the final page.
Will I unlock a new stage?
Or be locked inside another cage?

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