One Night, One Mind, One VoicesToo many voices telling me what to do.Each have the same voice and speak in same volume.They tell me different things and show me different outcomes.If I listen carefully enough the voices are from one.My wall shelters me from the storm some days.Other days the wall is cracked and water drips inA cool draft chills my hovel and my fire grows dampI can’t sleep anyways, the voice is too loud.Tomorrow always comes, yesterday always passesI just don’t see those days on the horizon, not anymore.Each week is a year and each year is an eternityAnd when the voice speaks, all time stands still.I am no longer equipped to take this journeyI am tired and have grown weak over timeEach hill becomes another daunting mountainThe voice whispers me to stop when I am trying to persevere
Not MedicatedYou always seemed the pleasant type.Bringing me wonderful gifts,Being a great friend.You smile with the sincerest of gazesI trust you,Though I know I shouldn't.Those who truly care,Say that you're ruining my life.They say that you're a wolf in sheep's clothing.A mask is what they see,You never show me your real face.But, I've never wanted to see it.I don't care what they say,I never want you to leave me.You've been there for me when no one else was.You've gotten me through the harshest of times,If you killed me, I'd understand.It wasn't personal, right?
No More RefillsA soft glow from the laptop burns in my roomAnother night, another day has passed.Snip go the scissors that cuts one more inch from my life.Aging is the ultimate incurable disease.Depression when I’m awakeNightmares when I’m asleepDrowning in the amount of fucks I giveSleep is life’s iron lung.Ever drive blind?It’s a terrifying experience that I don’t wish upon anyoneDriving would imply movement though.“Life’s Like a Highway” but I’m not in a car
The Systematic Breakdown of My SoulAnother hour goes by, no sleep tonight.Here’s why:I really feel like starving myself of my manic highs are like slicing off a piece of me,But instead of that piece vanishing into the aether,It’s instead forcing me to watch getting sliced up.Over,And over,And over again.In 1080p.Not staying up to 6 AM channeling my creativity is torture.A mental floor exercise that i was ill prepared for,I fractured my ankle, Kerri Strugg style, and it’s fucking me up royally.i can’t stand it.Something is going to break and when it does i hope i dont step in that broken glass.
Depression Has a Bottle OpenerI go drinking with my buds, Depression and Suicidal Thoughts.They are more like those neighbors that have the key to my apartmentThey raid my fridge and make a mess of my living roomLeaving the tv on all night...wracking up my electric bill.So not buds, just assholes.Back to my story.They like to show me a good time,Get me hooked up with Dark Ideas and Low Feelings.A pair of real fine peopleWe party and i get wasted.I end up crashing at Depression’s house.Life doesn’t like me hanging out with this crowd.He lectures me all the time, that it’s not good for my health.That these guys are just using me.Life doesn’t understandMe and Depression have a connection.So I end up driving home.I can’t really think straight, can’t even see all that well.I really shouldn’t be driving and I swerve off the road.I emerge from my wreck a bit keener of the road signsMaybe Life is onto something.