I think depression and all the other mental fucktitudes are an outcome of an individual trying to take control of that part of our beings which belongs to the autopilot.
They told me to stop with my lies,
and threatened me with shackles.
Well I have ran a million miles,
Its no longer pain that hurts. Pain is easy. Pain can be felt. Anything that is corporeal enough to be felt is not terrifying for me anymore. Pain isnt a mystery. Pain is detailed and documented. Fear is however a mystery. Fear appears to be phantom. Fear appears to be untethered to logic, an intangible…
It starts with nothing and goes toward the same,A night long argument thats only going to shame,The beast that comes out of the shed for a second,And act like all of this never happened.
There is an escape in the room that i live , and a tree I can use to climb , but if my pain , comes to know of thisit would try to leave me behind
Stop pushing me,for this cannot be done. No you can’t light the candleright underneath the sun
Step away for a while , Let me fucking run. You can’t kill my sins , with this loaded gun .
I know how bright it is,out there in the world.And how little color i keep,You and I but went beyond themSo wont you thenStay miserable with me