There is a worm in my brain.
He likes to whisper things into my ear.
About how I'm worthless, a weak piece of shit who's just full of fear.
But I don't listen to him, I fight through the pain,
The trauma I've faced and I'm facing making me insane.
The worm is upset but still continues to gnaw,
On the horrors he and I have once saw.
He likes that I hurt, it makes a good feast!
But there's only so much one can take before it makes you a beast.
An endless cycle circles around,
An ouroboros of my own inner machinations,
Is what I hear even a real sound?
Or a demon of my minds own creation?
When one loves too much their vision can be clouded,
A violent urge builds up, unfounded,
To rip out your lungs, your intestines, your heart,
Because my dear I can't stand for us to be apart.
I wish I could just snap my fingers and say,
Please oh please take all of the pain away,
For you, and for us, and also for me,
Because one day I will finally be able to be free.
things arent the same anymore
things have not been the same for a while
but this dire feeling dawned on me
while i stared at a bathroom tile
if the body and mind make me think so?
where do the years and time go?
i oft ponder this as i rest
a weary hand shaking against my chest
things arent the same anymore
and they may never be
but one thing is the same
im still not happy