In the mind
In the mind. Looking for something to find.
I just can’t rewind. I was so blind.
My whole life a question.
And answers I have turn into obsession.
Let the nights and days pass.
Time has moved so fast.
I keep burying away a truth of mine.
It’s tiring to have it constantly there.
In the back of the mind.
In the mind I rage.
But I appear with a happy stare.
Like I’m a comedian on stage.
The loneliness is hard to handle.
Isolation to make sure I’m safe by the candle.
Tuck myself away from it all.
Waiting for myself to finally fall.
Lose it all.
In the mind.
In the mind.
In the mind.
People are so blind.
Couldn’t tell you my life.
I ran off when it got too hard for me.
Left everyone to dry.
Strangers are more welcoming than people That did care.
The sense of safety of my story and letting it out.
For the years and suffering I endured.
The outcome I deal with.
In the mind.
I wish someone could hear.
These words.
The words I hide.
Break my pride.
I remain tied.
From my own mind.
It’s easy to tell.
Loud yells and promises and threats.
I followed.
Groomed and belittled.
I comply.
With the lie.
In My mind.
I want to tell you.
But the ones who caused it.
Don’t.....
the ones who should of cared.
Really don’t.
Mask it all away.
Each day.
The cycle of abuse and mental scars.
I go out and rage.
Making the hate for myself that much easier
I just can’t rewind. I was so blind.
My whole life a question.
And answers I have turn into obsession.
Let the nights and days pass.
Time has moved so fast.
I keep burying away a truth of mine.
It’s tiring to have it constantly there.
In the back of the mind.
In the mind I rage.
But I appear with a happy stare.
Like I’m a comedian on stage.
The loneliness is hard to handle.
Isolation to make sure I’m safe by the candle.
Tuck myself away from it all.
Waiting for myself to finally fall.
Lose it all.
In the mind.
In the mind.
In the mind.
People are so blind.
Couldn’t tell you my life.
I ran off when it got too hard for me.
Left everyone to dry.
Strangers are more welcoming than people That did care.
The sense of safety of my story and letting it out.
For the years and suffering I endured.
The outcome I deal with.
In the mind.
I wish someone could hear.
These words.
The words I hide.
Break my pride.
I remain tied.
From my own mind.
It’s easy to tell.
Loud yells and promises and threats.
I followed.
Groomed and belittled.
I comply.
With the lie.
In My mind.
I want to tell you.
But the ones who caused it.
Don’t.....
the ones who should of cared.
Really don’t.
Mask it all away.
Each day.
The cycle of abuse and mental scars.
I go out and rage.
Making the hate for myself that much easier
