Music I listened to while typing this poem out:
Without You – Oh Wonder
I didn’t want to push, rush the chaos Oh good old chaos, destruction reconstruction of this mind digging torture
You know, no one can drill in deep where there is only surface now so get chipping away
Use your best tools and your latest techniques mine are so old and as concrete I don’t worship things anymore but I like the idea that I’m already creating a home for myself
After I leave this dreaded head space I walk around so weak and I used to appear quiet because I didn’t want people to know about me
Now I trudge around dragging my demons along my skin for people to see but I don’t bother with quick answers
Conversations, I love those. Intellectual spill your cries and what makes you cringe.
I live for what’s holding people back so I can compare my pain I need out, so maybe stop digging now and just throw yourself ontop of me while my body sleeps and soul drifts towards the bottom