Split

Well I’ve found in my search

For clarity

That nothing I’ve lost

Belongs to me

I’ll never take the fall

Or crawl on my knees

For this dread I won’t let

Consume my dreams

Will we

Ever find the art in the atrophy?

Shame painted on the walls

Etched in the stone cold face of me dying alone

There is nothing worth the wait

For peace, I’m always counting

Every second I don’t break

Do you even care?

I’m split in my head

I’m torn between the things I know

And the ways I cope

I’m sinking again

With the thought you need to grow

But you know you won’t

In & out, playing tricks on my shadow self

You said that I can’t be a quitter

Spilling lies under the guise of getting better

Yeah, I’m

“Getting better, ”

Never better balanced

I’m starting to crack images

Nailed to cross & eulogies

For the fallen hope that withers every second I believe

Come to find that some things are exactly as they seem

I’m split in my head

I’m torn between the things I know

And the ways I cope

I’m sinking again

With the thought you need to grow

But you know you won’t

It’s hard to see compassion through the red

Bitter Hate has taken center stage again

But I’m not done fighting with the world I’m in

Are you sick of it yet; all this pity?