Chewing On Glass…

Crack open my own head like an egg
Let the air seep out and see what’s left
Did you ever notice? Does it even matter?
That I don’t want to be here either?
Given a choice… given the chance…
I’m not so sure if I was even given the option
That I wouldn’t just sit this one out
Along with the rest of you
It’s not like I’d miss anymore than I already have
Everything is more difficult to explain sober
With these broken thoughts swimming in my head
The pressure it sometimes gets to me…
Until I don’t know if I’m living or already dead…

“Have you tried being more positive?”

Anyone can dig themselves a hole
Doesn’t mean we have to fall in it
Too much of a good thing
Is not even close to being enough
Blood, sweat, and salt…
We can’t seem to give enough away
There was no point to any of this
So you brought it all just in case
Every last collector’s edition of a song
We all have to be singing
Every new edition to something we don’t need
We all have to be living
Without a definition of what that should be

“What about being less like yourself?”

Spiraling out of control
Traveling so far from home
A distance left behind
The faster I go the less I know
It doesn’t hurt as long as I don’t let go
It doesn’t know that I can’t hang on
Spinning out of control
The demon wants to know
How much more am I willing to give?
I guess until there’s nothing left
Except skin rotting on the bone

It all gets better with enough time… Hope all is well…