silent voices

You told me about those voices

About things that occupy your head

Ever since god knows when, and

How they force you to wander off

To places you’d rather not visit again

Places you want to leave behind

Places where you don’t feel anything

 

Well let me tell you this

You can tell them to leave

Don’t worry that much

Leave all the worrying to me

Is that us?

My baby loves me like how she loves coffee

She couldn’t take a sip of that crap, yes

She doesn’t think that coffee

Tastes like liquid diarrhea, but

That’s how she loves me

She can’t handle me

So I help her do that

 

She can’t handle me, that’s true

But no one can, and that I know

A lot had tried, and lot failed

Miserably in fact, and

I tried to handle me too. Once.

Then I quit trying in the end

But my baby didn’t quit. No, not yet,

So I’ll help her help me help her

 

We make quite the couple

That’s true

00.21

Life has nothing in store for you

It has nothing in store for anyone

It isn’t going to make you wait

For miracles to happen

And make everything alright

No, when you fuck up

Then you fuck up

And that’s hilarious

 

Actually it just hates us so much

It just doesn’t care anymore

It doesn’t listen to prayers

It doesn’t respond to pleas

It’s not even a thing

It’s not how you thought it would be

It is, and would always be,

Indifferent to any of us

And indifference is the opposite

Of Love

 

I find that fact

Utterly amusing

And It makes life

All the more merrier

23.57

I was taught to be honest

About the life I lived

In the face of God almighty

 

I would tell him this

I’ve tried my best

So spare my poor soul

 

Then, maybe,

He would say this

With his dull voice

 

Did you even try at all?

 

 

23.57

I was taught to be honest

About the life I lived

In the face of God almighty

 

I would tell him this

I’ve tried my best

So spare my poor soul

 

Then, maybe,

He would say this

With his dull voice

 

Did you even try at all?

 

 

23.51

I saw my reflection in the mirror today.

 

A pair of eyes, tired, weary, and dry.

Clouded eyes with dark brown pupils.

They’ve seen things only I would know.

Things that I’d rather not share with you.

Things I wish I didn’t have to witness.

 

I rarely feel the sun on my skin anymore.

I am clearly strained by my lack of sleep.

 

At night my mind wanders off to the past.

I was once cheerful, I was indeed lively.

Things happened, some people went away,

And now I am the person you see today.

My faults still haunt me at night.

And I see them everywhere I go.

 

My heart still aches for another try.

Another chance, a rewinding of time.

But would anything matter in the end?