What's My Purpose
Ok, so I haven't written in here for a while. I just don't see my goal. I mean, what am I trying to accomplish. Am I simply looking for understanding? Why the fuck would I come here for that. Besides, I think I enjoy my solitude anyway.
Maybe I should start writing this for my amusement. Would probably be easier to keep up. So maybe I should start over...
I'd probably be comfortable if not for the pain in my back. And I'd probably be happy if it weren't for this wretched reality. And I'd probably be optimistic if I had anything to look forward to.
All I think about are knives, cutting deep into my consciousness and needles violating my sanity.
It would be a relief if the blood would run, but I'm all dried up... syphoned out. I crave the warmth to know that I'm alive cause I'm starting to have my doubts.
All these warning labels keep me at bay. They never let me take that extra pill I want. The pills are never enough to stop the pain. I sure could go for another.
Sleep keeps calling but I can't answer. It merely wants to mock me. Teasing me with oblivion but always allowing me to awake.
My bed holds no comfort only empty promises. I could wrap myself in those merciless blankets, but they don't replace the embrace I crave.
Maybe this next pill will be my last... The dagger to finally draw blood.
Maybe I should start writing this for my amusement. Would probably be easier to keep up. So maybe I should start over...
I'd probably be comfortable if not for the pain in my back. And I'd probably be happy if it weren't for this wretched reality. And I'd probably be optimistic if I had anything to look forward to.
All I think about are knives, cutting deep into my consciousness and needles violating my sanity.
It would be a relief if the blood would run, but I'm all dried up... syphoned out. I crave the warmth to know that I'm alive cause I'm starting to have my doubts.
All these warning labels keep me at bay. They never let me take that extra pill I want. The pills are never enough to stop the pain. I sure could go for another.
Sleep keeps calling but I can't answer. It merely wants to mock me. Teasing me with oblivion but always allowing me to awake.
My bed holds no comfort only empty promises. I could wrap myself in those merciless blankets, but they don't replace the embrace I crave.
Maybe this next pill will be my last... The dagger to finally draw blood.