Something Different… More Of The Same…

Breakdown

Working towards something
Pushing myself to the edge
The brink of everything that’s real
The point at which I am dead
Keeps digging, the mind wants more
Keep reliving, the memories I deserve
Stains on broken glass
Visions left without words
Bring to life everything that I fear
Bring the innocent to their knees
Beg for forgiveness though no reason why
I belong to everything, now that is a lie
Working the words into something
Something ugly, the way that I feel
I’m sure by now you can tell
I don’t care about you and how you feel
Not that it matters when we feel the same
As we breakdown into nothing
The dust we can’t stop breathing in
The past no one ever gave a fuck about

Do you think if I provided razorblades with each book sold… people would get that it is a joke?… I… of all people… was tasked with finding a way to boost sales… Because I’m full of amazing ideas… Don’t worry… apparently razorblades are too expensive… so they turned me down… sharpen the pages maybe?… a thousand tiny paper cuts with every thought…

Merch… Teespring… Books… Amazon… Broken Thoughts… Twitter

Told me to shut up… and just provide the damn links… guess who is no longer on the boost sales committee?… who said depression wasn’t good for anything?… they also asked me to tell you… that I am fine… but is anyone ever really fine?… I’d love to met that person… I’m sure we could have a real good time…

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