you don't know me. you just sit the stunt. you've seen all before. still you don't say a thing. the left out with no doubt. your pocket away. you've seen all before still you don't say a thing.
nothing changes in my life. another day, wasted day now. can I get far from this place. amuse myself with all these games. what a lie what a shame now.
what didn't kill me. left me cold enough to live this lie. now I drift desensitized reality has. had it's way with this time. confidence now lost in comfort.
This prolonged suffocation is out of hand prostrate to pressure rise a silence that's never silent inconsistent state of helplessness the end is not the answer it's defeat against your mind to get by release fists of untied anxiety for your sake and for mine weave dead end completion i don't want to feel the way i've been. I'm waiting to begin.
Suddenly, another weak breath. Endless ways to re-enact the conflict within your. Tempers flare; they always seem to go unnoticed. For the last lime hold on tight sorry crossed my mind.
You've found another reason. For you to keep on stalling. It seems to make no difference. When you are your best interest. Back yourself with the lies you spread.
until this big revue. i thought i'd figured out. no release from the pressure. growing strong. confirmation from outside is a luxury. but without i have to dig for the reasons.
remember we'd confide without a second guess. the feeling now a loss or maybe less. emptiness a feeling self regret. something i will never ever forget.
The longer it takes fewer breaks the fall escalate. through dissension sense the deceit rootfor precedent. save the lies before you hands are tied force the issue.
take this down and make sure that. you remember that what you think. what appears is not always the case. still you're talking shit all for no reason.
another minute into this position. not so strong spiral down. doesn't seem to be a reason. not to fold let go,. release the hold on vanity. you're not just killing time.
Step back, this drop in position. Is hitting hard. Deadline, this week's lost its meaning. Been going on for awhile. Push hard, focus inconsistent. Regresss to start.
frayed laces rake lines onto the tile. I'll circle this four walled room. but my fate's one step ahead. an arrangement and it changes. as the day fades.
Fully fussed with this frusteration. Sits undermind. Redifined thoughts. A change of direction. This structure's old. . Scattered fragments of inconsistent alibi.
today i felt the weight compelling. not the first it's not the best ive been. no thoughts come out worth saying. self-tension has limited. . what am i comitting my self too.
it's not for me but it's far from gone. still follows me and it feels like. it's all a waste. still smothers me and I can't escape. this simulated nation.
falling behind. on days that seem like nothing fits. there's a crack in the floor. where you're pacing, a track worn. as the walls are caving in. perception's clearly out of focus.
forcing wasn't meant. you'll break the bend that. holds. why the strain. why the stall for no reason. landing on the steep. the flat is where you scorn.
Miss integrity your face is turning red again now. Something no one needs to see. So if you follow through with your intentions. All your fretting can all get washed away.
I start to think a lot about what i did. But not what i would say. My friend, it's not what they told me. Had allot of shit go down but in the final stage.