Word Vomit V1

Walking through the streets of downtown, I find there’s something—Or someone, following my steps like a nagging fly, always around the corner, just out of reach Can’t seem to smack it out of the air What an annoying little buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, Buzzing in and out of my head, buzzing in my eyes and mouth, buzzing down and around my body It’s never quite the same; you and me, the lives we lead, the people we meet, the food we eat, the clothes we put on Always something, always something, never not nothing You take it all in stride, I see the distant past My words can’t find the page, can’t reach the page, can’t fall from my hands Looking up to you, I’ll ask: “Can you find my words?” Holding my hands close to my chest, tearing my eyes away, blocking it out There’s not enough strength left for me What is it you said? That lonely feeling won’t go away, won’t ever go away Please, won’t you take it away? It’s an endless darkness I feel growing deep inside, take this all away— Someone make this all go away! Another day, just one more day, careless and empty Pity won’t work on me Is this where the line ends, drawing to a close? Nothing for miles, nothing, nothing, nothing Is this what it all amounted to? Calling out for someone that never existed— What a cruel punishment What is Balance? I want me as I am! They say it’s such a shame as to what happened on that day you and me, the lives we led, the people we met, the food we ate, the clothes we wore Always somewhere, always somewhere, never not here You took it all with grace, I take it in the face My words are falling off the page, falling around the page, falling from my hands I look away from you— Mouth agape, eyes shrouded in gray How come? Repeat! I don’t know what is happening; the world is going by too fast, too far gone are these feelings Chasing after something I know not for seems pointless, wouldn’t you agree? Standing in a daze, standing among the crowd, standing with you— When did I get here? Falling to my knees, falling and pleading Tear it all down—I’ll tear this whole damn place down, nothing should remain as I still stand What time was spent should be preserved under my bed Did nothing ever happen, did anything ever exist, did you ever know what “I love you!” meant? Give the truth, speak before the peace is broken I can’t Waking up from such hell is pleasant, too morbid of a dream to be real Right?