so i guess i'm staring at a wall, mind is blank feelings are starting to crawl
i'm alone in a room trying to find peace in repose but i seem unable to lock the door on anxieties that weren't their before.
i can't ride the bus anymore with every pair of eyes staring
because i hold my head in a sling because i feel nobody listens.
hope comes from my apartment where everything runs prepetually, no fear of judgement no fear of pain just an open sore waiting to feel again.
i use women as knives because they can cut very deep i lose all self in alcohol and assorted items but really i'm only fooling myself.
no hope comes from a couch and a notepad because they are my sounding board only things that listen and reading it back makes me sure i am on the right track even if it's through fear and loathing on the way back.
hope comes straight from the heart if you lose that you lose yourself please remember that.

-by motioninblack&white, age 20