Spoken words without any sound
Lips moving, but I can’t believe
What they are trying to say
Broken sense of reality
Doesn’t allow in new information
I’ve got enough to sift through
Enough bullshit to carry me to an end
A blessing or a gift
Never know until the moment is gone
God and it’s doors never made
Any sense to me all along
Nod my head and hope for the best
A depression that lives on
Spoken words repeating inside my head
What is real and what isn’t
Doesn’t matter as much as I thought it did
Broken sense of self
That is only trying to hold on
Not much left to keep me here
Hanging off the ledge of reality
What is real and what isn’t
Doesn’t matter as the thoughts collide
Perfecting the art of keeping
Myself up in the dark
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