Slow and unconscious destruction of my body through abuse
I’m drowned in systematic conflict avoidance
A subdued picture marred by neglect
I am confined in self-loathing
I’ve chosen naivety as a camouflage
Hiding something darker than simple disagreement
I can only find relief in insensitivity
And I’m tired of fighting against what makes me sick inside
I won’t let this feeling define who I am
I won’t let this define me
I refuse to dig my own grave straight from this cave that I was raised in
I won’t betray my way, I won’t forget the reason I’m here
It makes me sick inside
That I’m enslaved in insensitivity
I’m sick and tired of fighting again
Like a monster among men
I’m distant, I’m an outcast
Is the tree I used to admire just as weak as I am?
I need an outlet to disappear
Because I am sick in my head
Sick of it all
Insensitivity has become my only relief
I refuse to dig my own grave straight from this cave that I was raised in
I won’t betray my way, I won’t forget the reason I’m here
Maybe somehow this is what I deserve
Grasp my spine and pull as hard as you can
Pull the marrow from my bones
Watch the sickness evaporate
Pull the marrow from my bones
And purge the curse of my existence
Sink the needle through my skin
Ink my shoulders with the blood of our wounds as the raft we've built drifts away
In no specific direction
