(no subject)
Your stitches are all out
But your scars are healing wrong
And the helium room inside your room has come undone
And it's pushing up at the ceiling
And the flickering lights it cannot get beyond
Oh everyone takes turns
Now it's yours to play the part
And they're sitting all around you
Holding copies of your chart
And the misery in their eyes
Is synchronized and reflected into yours
Hold on
One more time with feeling
Try it again
Breathing's just a rhythm
Say it in your mind
Until you know that the words are right
This is, why we, fight
Do do do do do do-we-oo-we-oo-we-oo
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do dooooooooo
You thought by now you'd be
So much better than you are
You thought by now they'd see
That you had come so far
And the pride inside their eyes
Would synchronize into a love you've never know
So much more than you've been shown
Hold on
One more time with feeling
Try it again
Breathing's just a rhythm
Say it in your mind
Until you know that the words are right
This is, why we, fight
This is, why, we fight
Do do do do do do-we-oo-we-oo-we-oo
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do dooooooooo
I'd like to say that the way I am feeling is based off of me messing up my medication. But I really think that my medication has just become a way for me to not recognize how shitty things actually are and just live in this "tomorrow will be better" world and not ever have to really think about or assess what I am doing with my life. How am I supposed to progress? I can't keep brushing these things off. I can't keep poisioning myself into believing that everything is okay.
I'm sick of fighting.