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I don't know the words to say.
I have no clue what to type.
I have no clue who you are.
I have thoughts, of breaking the world.
Though I know there are good people.
If they hold a room in my mind, I hope they will find another room to hide for I will never be found by gold and tresures.
I hardly believe they are there for me.
I hardly believe they have the slightest geniune care for me.
For I am damaged goods to their eyes.
I am, I am, I am.
But who are they?
People change in almost every way
People lie and hurt people everyday
People may not tell me but I know who they want.
They want me in a vault, with their issues drowning slowly away until that room for them is full and for they will latch onto someone else and lie to keep that room.
They are a room keeper.
I am a holder.
Though their knives go deeper into my mind.
I try to find the goodness inside of the cruelest of rooms.
For I have my own.
I would like to believe that the notifications on my phone are for me.
But it is for something I have, somthing they want.
You see, the robbers that own a room in your mind may not ever let you go for free, or at all.
I cannot find their tresure nor know the words to say.
I will find what im looking for, and it is to have no rooms available in my mind for them to keep and hide.
I am not found nor am I lost.
I want to roam space, away from this place.
See the stars i'd like to fly far and far until I learn how to figure out how to put the words to say, my mind is vacant.
As vacant as space.
I'd like to have enough paint to paint the sky. Enough paint to paint away the room, without worrying what is on my phone, who texted, who needs me, who threatens to be able to see through me, who wants to share their day, who wants me to stay in that vault just for them.
For then my mind will be vacant as space, when I can find the ability to find me in the colors of paint and words instead of what everyone is judging and wanting me to be, for then
I will rest my case with peace, then I will truly know the definition of me, beyond what them comprehend me to be.
© My_thoughts.
I have no clue who you are.
I have thoughts, of breaking the world.
Though I know there are good people.
If they hold a room in my mind, I hope they will find another room to hide for I will never be found by gold and tresures.
I hardly believe they are there for me.
I hardly believe they have the slightest geniune care for me.
For I am damaged goods to their eyes.
I am, I am, I am.
But who are they?
People change in almost every way
People lie and hurt people everyday
People may not tell me but I know who they want.
They want me in a vault, with their issues drowning slowly away until that room for them is full and for they will latch onto someone else and lie to keep that room.
They are a room keeper.
I am a holder.
Though their knives go deeper into my mind.
I try to find the goodness inside of the cruelest of rooms.
For I have my own.
I would like to believe that the notifications on my phone are for me.
But it is for something I have, somthing they want.
You see, the robbers that own a room in your mind may not ever let you go for free, or at all.
I cannot find their tresure nor know the words to say.
I will find what im looking for, and it is to have no rooms available in my mind for them to keep and hide.
I am not found nor am I lost.
I want to roam space, away from this place.
See the stars i'd like to fly far and far until I learn how to figure out how to put the words to say, my mind is vacant.
As vacant as space.
I'd like to have enough paint to paint the sky. Enough paint to paint away the room, without worrying what is on my phone, who texted, who needs me, who threatens to be able to see through me, who wants to share their day, who wants me to stay in that vault just for them.
For then my mind will be vacant as space, when I can find the ability to find me in the colors of paint and words instead of what everyone is judging and wanting me to be, for then
I will rest my case with peace, then I will truly know the definition of me, beyond what them comprehend me to be.
© My_thoughts.
