My Pseudonyms
Hiding from them
Keep changing faces
Names and places

Just get dafuq away from me
You started this
I Won’t let you see
How far I’ve fallen
How bad it’s been

(That’s satisfaction
For your twisted sins)

Mornings I can think so clear
Life makes sense
Eases my fears

I shake my head
My nights get so bad..
there’s Not much hope
It’s fucking sad

In morning light
I’m born brand new
Thankful for daylight
I’m still here with you

Hijacked by these pharmaceuticals
Digging at my cuticles
Crusty eyes
Things in disguise
I’m stuck thinking of my funeral

Chronic pain
Mental shame
I can’t be me
Cause my “me” is lame
I need help, can’t be my self

Somebody save me ……