And so I sit in this water,
the faucette dripping on my feet...
I lay back, slide into emptiness;
fade into dreamless sleep,
But the black behind my eyes-
has frightened me awake.
And the quiet, silent whispers
are more than I can take.
And it's takes alot for me to rattle,
takes more than that, to make me shake.
And I've never felt so brittle,
too weak to even break.
But I can scatter;
fake that i'm ok.
Fake that it's alright.
Just hide inside, from this mind of mine;
pretend to sleep, when you're awake.
I can not think-
A pause for breath.
My shuffling mind
never stops to rest.
I am weary, and sick,
but nothing more than that.
It was all taken from me-
Now there's nothing left,
for you to grab, and steal from me.
I am used, tattered, ragged - I fray...
They all worn me out
so they throw me away,
and as I lay in the trash-
staring at the ceiling;
realization hits me, that I'm not empty:
just look at all, that I am feeling.