Nothingnew Wake One Day
open eyes, nightmare stops awake. lying scared, sweat streams down my face and i'll spend the next three hours just chasing them out of my head. 10am, start the day and i'm dead, i'm dead. breakdown, wait for saturday nite. bloodlet, losing end of this fight. my face goes smashing to the ground. eyes swell shut, black everything out and i let it out. violence, anger only holds me down, so i walked away, left it there and there is where it must stay, it'll stay.
okay so i relinquish all control. who can i hold responsible? i never wanted to think this way. agress, repress, or isolate till it goes away. i still believe that i will wake one day, and i will find, recover those things that once had made me smile. just a simple truth, a hand to reach down, pick me up pull me through and i won't turn around, no more giving up, no more falling down.
