Sometimes the silence is overbearing,
It echos as much as other sounds
My walls are barren, so my ears tremble
under the quiet vibrations of this room

The screaming in my skull
Will form into a whisper on my lips

"I want to go home..."
...this is where I live

I can't focus, can't remember
The last time I called a place home
Can't mutter syllables that resemble comfort
My skins been painted a few too many times

Sometimes, I feel the weight under my eyes
Stress, heartache, anxiety
Which will force my hand today?

I've been smiling more lately...
I love you...
I need you, I'm addicted

They'll laugh at my fixation, as if I'm joking
Kinda hurts, but I understand their viewpoint


You-can't-get-upset-about-the-disparity-of-my-attention-when-you-are-no-longer-willing-to-put-effort-into-making-me-happy


I know,
I can only truly rely on myself
to be able to make myself happy

...and that's...