MISERABLE
Frantic breathing and a manic mess
No ring finger to find solace with
Anger riveting plenty of enemies
Teeth grinding to a sharp halt
All of my problems I deal are my fault
Why do I have to admit the guilt when it kills me inside
Misery comes in many forms and I have come to know them personally
It's more pain than it is longing for you
This beating chest hopefully means eternal rest
My lowest low isn't even here I can go low enough I'm going to have to start digging
Start digging my own grave
I suffocate these thoughts with poetry
More or less my death note
Wake up to the call of the void
I don't have the mental space to see your ploy
So leave me alone to deprive
Myself before I raise my hands three times to the sky
I surrender
Take me now
Under the red sky I call home
Descend upon me
Tearing mirrors with my nails
Eating glass that's the best meal I deserve
Believing in myself is a thing of the past
Meddle with the last thought
Break it out of your skull box
Waiting patiently to give in to misery
Stare at the broken mirror viciously
Belief in the small things complete me
Believe it or not but this is the surface of misery
Misery is a place I call home surrounded and filled with through and through
I'm trapped in my fucking misery
I'm trapped in my misery
No ring finger to find solace with
Anger riveting plenty of enemies
Teeth grinding to a sharp halt
All of my problems I deal are my fault
Why do I have to admit the guilt when it kills me inside
Misery comes in many forms and I have come to know them personally
It's more pain than it is longing for you
This beating chest hopefully means eternal rest
My lowest low isn't even here I can go low enough I'm going to have to start digging
Start digging my own grave
I suffocate these thoughts with poetry
More or less my death note
Wake up to the call of the void
I don't have the mental space to see your ploy
So leave me alone to deprive
Myself before I raise my hands three times to the sky
I surrender
Take me now
Under the red sky I call home
Descend upon me
Tearing mirrors with my nails
Eating glass that's the best meal I deserve
Believing in myself is a thing of the past
Meddle with the last thought
Break it out of your skull box
Waiting patiently to give in to misery
Stare at the broken mirror viciously
Belief in the small things complete me
Believe it or not but this is the surface of misery
Misery is a place I call home surrounded and filled with through and through
I'm trapped in my fucking misery
I'm trapped in my misery
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Writer(s): Eric Arrow
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