the vibrations in the room so heavy you can feel it in your pulse
sending vibes back and forth
when you’re sad I can feel it
when you want me I can sense it
when you’re angry I can breathe it
I could choke on the tension
suffocation taking my breath away

the front you put up can’t keep out the words you don’t wanna say
tell me you’re fine
I know you’re losing
tell me it’s easy I know it’s harder
you can swallow me whole with your energy
I’ve always swam in my feelings

I'd like to think I am something specail. That i have some hidden talent, too shy and unpolished to crack the surface.
I'd like to think I just ignore my skills. Almost like my subconscious mind knows that the world could not handle such a powerful force as I at my peek. I think I tell myself these things...
So that I feel okay with knowing that I do not know.
For trying could mean failure. For failure, well, that will mean the serects I am feeling, the hidden talents I tell only to myself....could be just that...only to myself. I could be nothing.
I could be ******.
A *******.
With no talent or skill or common sense.
But...in this why...I am a ******* with a quite hope.
And that's enough for now.

Dark and gloomy
Time for a change
Get out the chemicals
Get out the spray

**** all the cells
And then let them heal
Now the vibrations
Are clean and clear

Looks are special.
Words are special.
But can words be twisted to feel like a devil?
Are looks and words even on the same level?
Avoiding tears that flow like a river
The truth is that love, could make a man shiver
A kiss, a lie, making the lips quiver
He was never a taker, only a giver.
Why does the body crave attention?
But shuts down and empties when your name is never mentioned.
I too have been there, I too have cried
I too have felt like my soul just...Died.
Gave up on him.
Gave up on her.
Just pick your poison which wine do you prefer?
After your drink it your vision starts to blurr, you start hearing voices and your words start to slurr.
The looks .
The words.
Your mind it stirs.
Hatred and love, opposites occur.
Ahh...