Emotional Mix-Up
I am emotional, I am lost,
I am misunderstood,
blamed and accused,
lied to and called names.
The shit I go through,
no one knows.
The bull shit that people say,
the drama that people start.
They say the devil hurts,
the words said hurt more.
The shit I go through,
no one understands.
People wonder,
wonder why I don't talk.
I talk, I get yelled at.
I walk, I get pushed back.
I don't have the patience,
for the shitty people in this world.
I'm tired of having to choose,
between one or another.
I'm done dealing with all this shit.
From one truth,
to two lies.
The tears come, when will they stop?
When will they come to an end?
What do I do? I think,
and think. Nothing.
I can't think, I can't see.
I need to talk, I need to rant.
I need a place. I need a person.
I need a thing to rant, to scream,
to hit, to be flustered.
Anything better than the depression
that I am at.
I feel unwanted, I feel unneeded.
I get pushed away,
will I get pushed back?
How can I talk when I can't breath?
The world is closing, what do I do?
Where do I go?
Should I stay and live?
Or go and die?
I am not happy,
I am not safe,
I don't know where I am,
I don't know where I should go.
You won't see it,
you never will. You don't understand.
I don't expect you to.
I am shutting down.
I am closing in.
