I hate myself for hating him
yet I lack justification
I treat everyone like my best friend
yet I only feel isolation
I talk too much
Since I have anxiety
And I have no friends
Since I'm not fucking friendly
Pain is my favorite teacher
Daily he fills me hallow
I stopped believing my preacher
So in my soul I choose to follow
Nearly daily I don't bother
Explaining to my mother and father
That I'm the next generation
Of children without a heart though
I take my lessons
And I run wi
Can I open up to you?
The can of worms sat undisturbed on the top shelf in your bedroom
But can I speak with you?
Words left undone I’m overrun Gold thread left un-spun
What is there left to do?
The spindle lays down useless; how could we get stronger through this?
I deserve to know what the goddamn truth is
Or what truth may be today- But tomorrow it may change
The heart is clay (washed away)
As you present your sins in chains to be slain
Finally I state:
“Don’t insult my intelligenc