Chewing On Glass…

Tapping the well of my potential
Dried out river bed of insecurities
Harder on myself than anyone ever could be
Strapping myself to a cross and dragging it along
Always coming up short and falling down
Poisoning the well of my own inspiration
Succumbing to self-inflicted toxicity without a cause
Pushing myself harder than anyone ever could
Burning myself at the stake for crimes unknown
An endless witch hunt for what I hate the most
Only I know the best kindling to get this going
So step aside and we can all warm ourselves by the fire
Because I’m harder on myself than anyone ever should be
The only way I learned how to live or all in my head?

The cuts they sting and the skin itches… so I’ve been told…

Struggling to find the motivation
The sound to carry on and face the day
The words seem to escape me
Against the pressure so to say
Something that means nothing
One word sentences absent of thought
Yet filled with endless meaning
That can’t be right
Fighting with myself
Digging at my own brain
Screaming into the hollow void
For the answer that isn’t there
Now is the time…
Now is all there is…
Now I sit and wonder what could have been
Forced inspiration… time escaping me
Writing trash to motivate something new
Feel it on the edge just out of reach
Ready to fall… a death that was already there
Before any of this had even began
A wound that won’t heal with time
A bloody mess that defines me
A bloody mess to drown me in
This isn’t working the way it should
My discomfort is my own inspiration
Casting stones into the shadows
There’s a voice calling back to me
Is this the time…
Is this all there is…
I sit and wonder what took so long

Made up of thoughts based on fears that don’t exist…

Ashes on the clothes
Ashes burning away
Stuck between two places
Digging a grave
And walking away
Ashes of the wake
Ashes created to break
Stacking up to separate
Buried without a breath
And running to feel the same
Whom I’ve always been
Reflecting on things
That seem to make sense
Answers so very clear
Blinded by the ashes once again
Struggling through the quicksand
How many ways can I say
Trying not to die?
Waste of my time
Waste of everything I have left
Ashes piling up against the skin
Ashes a landslide I find myself in
Becoming what I always wanted
Dead and buried by my own hand

Not sure if anyone else enjoys this… but I do… Let’s see what the AI has to say shall we?… Almost certain I am hammering my own nails in once again…

Tapping the well of my potential
Dried out river bed of insecurities
Harder on myself than anyone ever could be
Strapping myself to a cross and dragging it along
Always coming up short and falling down
Poisoning the well of my own inspiration
Succumbing to self-inflicted toxicity without a cause
Pushing myself harder than anyone ever could

Tapping into what I’ve got
Getting over my hang-ups
Setting high standards just for me
Feels like I’m lugging my own load and still pushing ahead
Keep coming up short but bouncing back
Unintentionally putting a damper on my own inspiration
Letting unnecessary negativity get to me
Driving myself harder than anyone else

Pretty much the same thing… Feel like the first version is an Indie version of what I said… and the second version feels like a Pop Punk version… What are your thoughts?… Should I switch genres and go corporate?…

Hope all is well…