keep holding on

Psychopathy

there's a cloud always looming over my head, following me everywhere I go

I feel the need to tie a rope

right around my throat. This goes to those who say they don't believe

To my drama queens who say they're real

I'm too parnoid to tell.

Monsters, they have claws. Don't trust a word

they don't have the capacity to comprehend.

How do you feel about an ignorant world?

It must be lonely. I don't feel a thing anymore

the tender bundle squirming in my arms, it laughs

a baby.

new to world, but I don't think it's pretty.

Nothing's wrong with me

imagine that same bundle in twenty years; it'll be as bad as we are

and there's nothing you can do to help.

I'm not broken

people are too dim to think

my anger is unexplainable but besides that

you don't have the will of mind to listen. I don't feel a thing.

I want to love you

But this squirming bundle is making me cry.

I really want you to sit down. Life has no meaning

The cloud no longer looms above my head-

It lives in my throat.

Choking on empty emotions, always conflicting, and I just can't find a tangible

explanation.