Twisted

My thoughts are twisted. Just like my mind.

Pulling, twisting, grabbing, grind.

Trapped forever in this space of my own

Will I ever find a place to call home?

I’m lost without you

I’m stuck when you’re here.

I want you gone

I want you near

I’m scared, and I’m lonely

I’m asleep and I’m awake

I can’t breathe when its dark

But the light burns me

You must be it

You must have a solution

And if you don’t

I suppose it’s just a delusion

Another twisted thought pulling me under

Till I can’t breath

And the water makes me wonder

Will I ever be able to breathe again?

Or is this trap

This place

This twisted plain

That of my own accord I’ve made

Destined forever

To be my throne

This place I call home?

But can I? Can I continue

Continue to lie to them

And more to myself

But how can I lie when I can’t see and can’t speak?

You’d be surprised, my darling

What powers surface to hide the weak

Beneath this thin sheet of broad-smiled-skin

Is where the true devil will forever win

I wish you the best

I wish you the worst

But no matter my thoughts

No, don’t listen.

Live your life the way you want it to be

Don’t follow me

Im going the wrong way

And I know but I can’t stop

So don’t try to save me

Do what you must. Do what you please

But don’t follow me.

Your life can be happy.

Don’t take my advice.

Be safe, my dear.

And never check twice.