a psychological disorder.

[undead]

move away
i dont like the tone im hearing
it frightens me
how can i revert back to
my old way of being
to be young again
and dreadful of the things worth running from
but now im painfully aware
of my illness that ive let persist

i was only trying to set forth my facade
when accidentally
i created a stranger to myself
left unattended
i could not be held accountable
for what unfolded
a brutal act of violence against one's self

hearts aside
i demolished all self purity
killing time
i was slowly killing parts of me
every edge
has undoubtedly been dulled by now
ive found my comfort...
and every drop to be spilled has been spilled

theres noone here to talk to but the walls
and once again the gap is opened for discussion
the constant scarring fills the void
that only emptiness could cause
an optimistic smile fools the masses
into eating every line of shit i feed them
but those who see the trembling,
the stuttering,
the lack of confidence...
know the story before its even written