Being Awake Is A Nightmare

Why fight for someone who wouldn’t fight for you?

and she was beautiful

and vibrant

and most of the time

a riot

but what i think

you’ll truly never know

secrets to keep

i understand alone

seldom asleep

so when a dream comes along

comatose

never wake me up

And in the end it's you against you, fighting for yourself.

i love you, and i love you

it’s like when i breathe and i don’t even have to try

i think i would look peaceful in my casket

sell your soul

and i don’t mean it in the way you think it

i’m thinking more symbolically

what you truly want

you give it your soul

your whole being

everything

sell your soul to what you want

Oh I could hate you…

Who gave you the right to be all my favorite things??

three days

till the weekend,

i feel weak and

cant even eat,

been reeking of weed,

can’t even sleep

but i’m so tired

i killed the sheep

i hate my skin

why do i exist

i look like if

god took a piss

i threw myself into the wishing well

and all i did was wish you well…

Stuck in traffic

Everyone’s in a box.

Carpools of sheltered memories,

Passengers to a prison of thoughts.

Fool, you must change lanes,

The roads have always been empty,

You travel with those with lost names.

You’re looking for what has already been found,

Choose your own direction,

Find freedom from this crowd.