Workshop

Take me back to the workshop
Till learn that there's more fun
Till I learn that the hurts not
Worth this earth that I walk on
Get my brain wired outta staying tired
While I lay crying from the pain fires and the plain liars
Cause I crave lying And remain striving to create violence
And I hate sirens but they stay whining
Hear a faint silence
Through the noise of his toys his voice toys the choice to keep me
The way he sees me or to change me freely
To cut me open then chuck the broken
Filled up with hope and close me up while hoping
That the word he spoken could stop the choking
Leave me woke and coping instead of alone and frozen
Living in the moment not feeling soulless with room from growing, yeah
I hope he's nailed it cause if he's failed it
The way I feel will impale it while I'm pale lit
Rain and hail is falling the same way
My brain is the same way my pain is
His crimes are heinous all the changes changed to remainders
Asked him to stay with the fix he's maimed
It aimed to explain it instead he's named it
He's named it
Terminal

Not built for the society surrounding him
Rather built for a society surrounding him
Narcissistic tendencies overwhelming him
His Love for himself is crowding him
When did the smile upon my face turn to a frown cause I'm awake
When did these people in my wake turn to the ones who throw the hate
When did me saying I'm okay become a lie I try portray
A lie I'm telling every day one that I'm trying to escape
Tell me why when I go lay does my heart begin to break
Why is my happiness so fake why is this way I'm made
Why can't I learn to give instead of always tryna take
Why do I always just feel pain why do I manipulate
What in the world is happening why don't I feel like a tall commodity
Why am I feeling like more should follow me
Why am I fuelling a war inside of me
Why can't I break through this wall that's blinding me
Why do I live in a torn society
Yet feeling that so much more could bother me
Why do I sit and suffer silently
Everything I touch turns into dust
Everything that shines turns into rust
All the people leave not to get hurt
And it feels like I have lost my trust
Everyone I love begins to hate
And then my trust turns to debate
Feel my bonds then dissipate
Yet my wrongs they still remain
Lying on the table operating with face mask
Dying on the table hoping that he can erase past
Prying open ribs grabs my heart he can take that
Trying to convince I can't deal but we shake hands
Been looking for the problem guess I never saw a mirror
Cause if I did and looked I probably would've seen it clearer
Take a step towards it I would probably be nearer
Look it in the face and I am telling you I would tear up
Why do we have to be self reliant and self sufficient
And it's frowned upon if you ask for help with it like honestly
It is some of your business but any way that is just my premise

People say that the way I behave
Is not the way I was made
But a choice that I make
Like I would choose to be preyed on by thoughts disarrayed
Like the way that I think could be easily changed
My thoughts a black canvas space to create
Without white paint washing wanted words
Making them wait
Making a way weight wasting away
I watch and wonder why he is winking at me

Now I can't see without my eyes
Try to feel without my hands by my sides
Now I just stay here patiently
The lost boy hanging from the tree