Condemned

I'm a combustible element, a raging whirlwind doomed to a small space I need some air, something to calm my agitated nerves but the illness to my symptoms won't leave me be Her persistance is strong although the truth in her words are laughably frail She claims amnesia of the role she played in killing me but the entire sequence is fresh in her mind the emotional rampage I waged all Friday How dare I let her sink so deep in my skin how dare I let her still talk to me this way This is on the list along with the cutting of the wrist belonging to the rest of my friends, herself included I wish to forget every single bit It's a sour taste in, my mouth like the taste of her lip gloss bitter, broken; a lemon made into lemonade a terrible cliche, one I intend to burn at the stake and the person who made it, obliterate It will satisfy my gnawing need to fight senselessly, blindingly since I can't erase the main cause of the stress strangling me I am beyond overwhelmed, gripped by the neck dangerously by the hands of an irrelevant soul His relevance will commence once I rip out his tongue and beat him with it until he is left unrecognizable Ruthless, I know it seems but it would finally justify the means It's just my imagination, it may never happen I just want to scream in attempt to feel better but it favors the weakness and I'm knocked down deeper Is there no end, how do I get myself out of this hole No more tired advice, I have to do this on my own... (sigh) but this is how far I've gotten on my own... Condemned to fighting myself, resisting the urge to hit stone Condemned to drive myself insane for the will of a fight I may not win Condemned to try and find myself in the abyss of my mind Condemned and struggling to put my heart back together Condemned...I don't know (sigh) I don't know Why do I persist to stay alive when I'm already dead inside