Confliction of thought
Dismissal of war
We go at each other as if there is nothing left
Destroy what isn’t yours, hearts
Destroy everything we think you care for, homes
Destroy ourselves in the process
Not the thought
Driving against the weak
Grinding it out without a second thought
Staying silent seems to be the only way…
How is it that some people can get away with so much shit?
Yet I need a saddle so they can ride me into the ground
I’m so sick of this place
So sick of being here
An insane asylum with big red letters
Even though you know it is wrong…
Bleeding out, slowly bleeding off
They want so much, yet nothing at all
I can’t let go of all my thoughts
Big or small they all run on
How is it that some people can just move on with so much shit?
Yet I have to carry it all the way to the grave
I’m so sick of this identity
So sick of being me
Nothing is ever enough and they’ll take it all…
Broken Thoughts
Mixed bag of thoughts this week… patched together set of emotions… letting the words breathe… letting the words do the talking this week…
Merch… Teespring… Books… Amazon… Broken Thoughts… Twitter…
Is That A Funeral? 