Just Go Away

When you look so far, all you do is look back at yourself wanting answers to questions you never asked. I've looked into the mirror a million times never wanting a million answers but just one! Why can't I see what they see, why can't I see what you see! What is that poison in me? where are the Horns? His son they say I am. His habits they say I have. His looks they say I have. But yet, just...yeah...just yet, why don't I feel like him? The indifference in me keeps me afloat from drowning in his memories.

So here I am waiting for that answer knowing it will never come. Drowning in the most darkened of depressions and hoping for a helping hand. These thoughts don't let me be, they keep knocking on the door and I keep letting them in. Broken in all places and cannot be put back together. So, what do you see that I don't see? What do you hear that I don't hear? What do you feel that I don't feel?

I asked not to be, I asked nothing from you but you gave me all the pain that you could ever give. Now I'm lost in the crowd, trying to escape, wanting to escape but you don't see! Fuck! You don't even....well, what's the point!

Give me a gun that could take away the pain but when there's no hope left in these fingers, what's the point! Every finger screams to pull every trigger but you took away every way out. Each breath exhales each moment of wisdom and every sound bleeds away as death doesn't come knocking. I can't free you as I can't free myself!!!

So just let me be, just let me be. Don't push, please don't push. I cannot be what you want and drowning is all I can do. So just Gooooooooooooooooooo!!!

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