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Roots are not in sight In the light, In all their might. Room to grow, Undertow, Secrets to know. They are the key, Set free, Under the tree.
White tile floor, yellow walls, Looking at the only one who knows. Your eyes are telling me a story, What loneliness does when it grows. You take me back four years, when you walked in the door, You wanted to start over, You wanted something more. You tried so hard to find a friend, One
I once had a wart on my dominant hand, With oozing white puss my mom couldn’t stand. But I liked watching the skin decay, And slowly peel off every single day. With blood that bubbled underneath, I wanted to rip it off with my teeth, But my mom said an absolute “no, To the doctor
Why did she try? Every time she heard her heart cry, She told herself another lie, Against the values she lived by, Yes, I know why she’d try. Why did she try to fit in? When all she saw was girls so thin, And all the games she couldn’t win, She hid behind a false
Dum, dum, dum, slow beating of the drum Rit, rit, rit, Ripping the skin off my thumb. goose bumps rising on my skin, Anticipation of what’s to begin. Dum, dum, dum Louder, louder still this strum. Skrit, skrit, skrit, The scraping of my cerebrum. Tossing, turning the pain within, My breast made of porcelain. Dum,
Cold air lingers as I try not to remember, Only pushing you away from what we then were. Listen to me carefully, I had to walk away for me, Though I wish I hadn’t done it so horribly. On those last few days, when I spoke to you, Nothing made me regret more then what
These voices are talking, The shadows are walking, The walls that surround me, Know everything about me. The whispers are screaming, And darkness is beaming, The opposite becomes real When I don’t know how to feel. Emptiness overflows my tank, My canvas of words is blank, Feeling nothing is too much Even when evil isn’t
Black hollow eyes of doom, Staring down the throat of the beast, Death approaches closer, The monster eager to engulf his feast. My mind now is empty, There is no thought left to think, The end has finally come, As my last ship sinks. Surrounded by a sea on fire, I have come to accept
A lone wolf in a foreign world, lost. Thoughts become a tornado, Spinning in circles, dizzy, Sad silence seeps through, alone inside. The hurricane within screams and whistles, Till it crashes, burns and dies.
Afraid to let go, Afraid to know, Afraid of things I can’t face, Afraid of truth in it’s case. Afraid I won’t know what to do, I’m afraid to lose you.
Sy Redemption 