4/2/17

My heart is broken lying dead,
You call to me and it mends a little 
Anyone calls for me and it hurts a little
Trying to sort through my mind to find the problems,
It's like trying to be someone else. Something else.
Action and reaction makes the person 
How can I be myself when I don't have anything to fall back on
Personality makes a person. Breaks down the fear in the person. 

I got cuts and cheap band aids. 
You have my heart to break. 
My thirst and my mind don't see eye to eye, I need some time to focus.
Regain myself,
Recharge myself,
Learn to try.

This bond does me no good. 
You understand me, you get me. 
No one has yet to, 
That worries me 
It hurts me 
Wishing I was thirst free
Bursting.

Cursing through my days  
Sweating my goals 
Trying to find my place
They say finding yourself is rewarding, 
What if everything I find disappoints me?

Firstly, I found I shoot straight down a person 
Strike fear in a person, 
Wishing for solace in a cut world
Feeds me, bleeds me 
Makes me greedy for believing 

For what I want is not you, 
It's an idea 
an imagination 
A belief 
That one day 
Being a thirsty animal won't hurt me.