And then I feel alright until I'm overwhelmed again
And the stress becomes my life until I'm spinning out and then
I listen to slow music and remember I'm alone
Somehow that thought soothes it and depression feels like home
It's not good to be hopeless; the alternative is worse
Because if I can't focus I get so scared that it hurts
If my options are to cry inside or fall apart out there
I wish I could just choose to hide but they come as a pair
I feel it
Where my spine meets my brain
Grief, scabbed over
It hurts itself trying to escape
Slamming against walls it was meant to stay within
Fleeing from stimuli it doesn't know how to respond to
She is gone and I feel sad
I feel angry
I feel broken, scared, ashamed
She is gone and I feel nothing at all
Because to feel loss would be to pander to her last, self-centered act
Her egotistical belief that her grief was so unique that she alone could not bear to cope
Projection
Yeah
I know
She is gone and I feel robbed
Of my picture perfect tragedy
To do it now would be cliché
I fear I don't know what to do with loss
Or how to grieve for family
When secretly I'm jealous of their fate
I feel it back behind my eyes
A building pressure in my skull
Some pain I can't examine
A bruise upon my retina
My blindspot
An injury with no known source
Your password doesn't match
You don’t recognize
Your face in photographs
Something in your eyes
Is only there in half
All the bones inside
You don’t quite feel attached
Your password doesn’t match
Your body is your own
But you fear that it won’t last
Listen to the radio
The newest news broadcast
You know that you are home
But this too could be trespass
As long as you’re alone
You needn’t think of that
Most terrifying fact
Your password doesn’t match
Your username Outcast
You need to counteract
All the ways your life falls flat
Your password doesn’t match
Your password doesn’t match
Your password doesn’t match
And how surreal is that?
To know that all you are
Can be logged out of like Snapchat?
Your life your lies your favorite hat
Everything forgotten
Or deleted
Burned to ash
Your password doesn’t match
Your password doesn’t match
Is there a point where the universe becomes the stars?
Where the void becomes the night?
Reality is mostly dark
With only a few lights
The world is dying anyways
I don't know how you cope
Maybe once you've seen the day
Your nightmares all elope
I'm drinking a beer in my car
There's no stars in the sky
The universe becomes the stars
The void becomes the night
I thought that if I didn't tell you
Things would work out how I'd hoped
I think that thought was untrue
A perfect excuse not to cope
I don't know
You're the best of all of us
I hope you don't forget
A perfect dawn, heartbroken dusk
I love you more than fishnets
Dandelions in the grass
Sprouting up through concrete cracks
Present if you need a snack
The sweetest weeds around
*
Yes, sometimes they have got thorns
But look at how well they adorn
Unyielding to relentless scorn
The entire fucking town
*
So maybe they're more independent
In where they wind up getting planted
Just as nature had intented
Pretty flowers on the ground
Everyday your heart stops
So we're sitting in the parking lot
Prayers you don't believe in
To let you be forgiven
But we can't see the stars
Or the reddish glow of Mars
So the streetlamps look like angels
And the darkness looks like God