Don’t

you can't seriously look me in the face and tell me that this feeling is just gonna go away

or that tomorrow is going to be "better"

you don't get it

this feeling is constant and is here to stay

my innocent mind has become it's vacant motel

he's brought his bags and bitter friends

just so my life is never good again; that is if my life was ever good at all

he wakes me up in fear every.single.morning

forces me to wear armor just to check my mail

allows my mind to run rapidly about a glance any person gives

him and his friends dance around at any inconvenience I receive

they throw rainbows out and invite the thunder

he grabs my attention just so I can make a mockery of myself

these feelings consume me and spit me out when there done

his home is filthy

he sits by the fire and lives his life

as if he wasn't ever the problem at all

so don't tell me you get it when you haven't ever felt the pain of the devil playing with your soul as if it were a gum ball in your hand