Arguments

Tears from my eyes, I know not what they are for.

Fear in my heart knocks on my door.

From those whom I’ve hurt, most of which is me.

From those, I hurt I give them my key.

To open my door, into the room where I lie.

Down on the floor pretending it’s my life...

Depression is my existence and denial of my addiction.

Addiction to my existence and denial furthers depression.

 

Tears in my eyes, I know now who they are for.

Pain in my heart shows me the core...

The molten lava that burns down my skin

Like these tears that I shed, I am never akin.

My family lives in my mind, and my mother is my anxiety,

my father the levity reminding me that running away isn’t the key.

I say that, understanding my strengths...

aren’t those that I’ve cultivated but those that I’ve exasperated

Alcoholism to nicotine and everything in between I’ll try everything once except in my teens.

When I was young I was full, of hope and joy, and prosper,

But now at 25, there’s nothing I have to foster.

My children are thoughts, only dreams in my head.

Because who would have children with a man walking dead.

 

A zombie to my emotions, and a vampire to the devotion

of sucking the joy from my friends and pretending it’s a toy.

Eating the brains of those around myself, acting like I’m intelligent;

When the smartest thing about me is that I found a way to vent.

Like Spongebob, I’m ready but completely unsteady, uncompromising to my morals

But my ethics are formal.

Anyone to agree with and no one to debate with

My arguments are rather had in my mind than at the dinner table

This is no fable, believe when I say:

My arguments are rather had in my mind than at the dinner table.