mixed feelings, but then again not really

to be driven all the way to crazy, and still have a home to come back to

is all i ask for, and i swear i’ll repent for all the trouble i cause

i’ve been praying to a God-

that maybe i can start to sleep

and start to eat

and feel better about everything that should be

i hope someone or something is hearing me

it’s taking all my energy

i pray i am supplied with a new found knowledge that there is a permanent remedy

“this song reminded me of you, helpless

melancholy”

is something i was told recently

was i supposed to find that charming?

maybe i am stuck like this

maybe there is not any hope for me

never changing

because everytime i start to feel happy

and whole

it never reaches my soul

happiness is always just… right… there… in full view,

i have enough hope

and then it takes flight like a butterfly

im “trying to catch it every night”

i will always be better off alone

yeah he was right

home is not a house

and this house is no where near home

i think i want go back

to where ever that was before being born

-g.m.t.