Laid Out On The Black Top… Broken Thoughts…

Taking my time
Each step a lifetime
Was it worth the thought
To think anything would change
Taking my time
Trying to figure everything out
Missing steps as each day goes
How long is too long
Until we should let go
Taking my time
Each instance a lifetime
Was it worth the thought
To think these dreams meant anything

Stuck between where I am and where I don’t want to be…

Destroying everything was never difficult
Cutting out pieces of me
Ever God damn day
How much of me is even left
Repetition is key
Repetition is all I need
Replaying these thoughts in my head
Scream them enough in silence
They will become true
Enjoy the logic but the theory
Is too God damn much
For one soul to take
Dragging myself through each day
Swinging at an invisible enemy
Drowning myself with nothing to gain
Fucking hero and villain
No longer see the difference

Fuck… I miss drinking… but at least I don’t want to kill myself…

The words dig their way in
Fucking failure
Fucking useless
Fucking nothing
No one will ever be as cruel
As the voice in your head
The gashes were meant to free the words
Buried in my brain
Fucking pointless
Fucking stupid
Fucking selfish
No one will ever be as hateful
As the voice inside your head
The drugs were meant to free the words
Trapped in my head
Fucking lies
Fucking ideas
Fucking you
Straight into the ground
Buried six feet under all this shit
Stuck within this hell

Broken Thoughts
Layne Ambrose

That’s a fun feature… Maybe it is all the negativity… but I’m feeling pretty positive… got to love them up swings…

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