My mind is a prison.
This is my hell.
Where all the roads lead to home
And all the devils speak
In the tongues of my friends that I used to know.
The place where my heart feels the heaviest.
I discern this and I don't want to be saved.
This torment is what I deserve.
Lost somewhere between the past and the present.
I am meant to be a shattered soul.
The closer I get, the further it feels.
What am I to do?
The dream-catcher above my bed
Hasn't helped me sleep in months.
That dream-catcher was worthless
And ill never take that medication.
You always said that I was weak
And I never proved that I was strong.
There's a noose hanging from the ceiling
And its the only place I've ever belonged.
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