Isolation became a drug to me
And I clung to the make-shift sensation of peace from my music
Friends became a distant memory.
“You know you can talk to me”
for their pity. And I could never
Bring myself to
to be heard.
I DONT NEED PITY TO MY AID
Leave me to my pain....
I kinda like it.
The basic assumption is that, we humans..seek pleasure and avoid pain.
Why Is It
Why Is It That
Why Is It That I’m
Why Is It That I’m Comfortable
Why Is It That I’m Comfortable In
Why Is It That I’m Comfortable In My
Why Is It That I’m Comfortable In My Misery?
love..in reality..I just want someone to be here to fill this empty void my parents left, when they decided I wasn’t enough.
..don’t ask me if I’m OKAY
Because like a victim, I’ll smile in your face...
..look you in your eye..
And tell you a lie.
Whilst my conscious holds a gun to my head.
And you’d be stupid enough to believe me
Just smile and laugh..my conscious says..
They won’t notice.
THEY WONT NOTICE, that’s their once bubbly, happy, bright friend is dying.
...I pray they notice
But they don’t.
Turns out I’m a great actress. And they won’t notice that I’m faking. Until the blood runs dry from my veins.