Sleep like a tree

I am holding in my hands a pillow, soaked with tears drops from  years of misery  i’ll fold up in my fears. It’s not much but it helps when there’s just nobody here.

it catches all my desperation in the form of a tear. It doesn’t answer back. It just listens, catching all that I have to drop. I only wish it had the intuition to tell me when to stop. so tired of battling these demons inside my head I tried casting off all these words that they said, but they hang with me like a bad habit always does. silently searching for the answers in these tears,

releasing all the emotions that I’ve crushed through the years. but I guess now it’s time to stand up and listen to what they have to say. They seem to want to relieve me of any spirit I have for today. i’m just tired of being broken because on the inside it really shows

outside I look fine.

but inside I’m really the only one who knows

the insurrection that comes with pain.

The fear of not knowing is there anything left to gain. Or just the ability to acquire one more step ahead.

Is this life really over? and is it worth being dead.

I walk amongst the living with my eyes cast down, afraid to crack a smile afraid to bust a frown.

a sillouette from the shadow of the person i used to be

Not quite knowing falsehood from reality

So much going on in this head of mine

Searching for a pause button to slow down time

But that can’t happen,and I know it never will.

so just shut up Eric and take another pill!

Give time time is what I hear them say

But time cant guarantee another willful  day