No straight-jacket Needed

I’m trying to write, but nothing's coming out.
I’m still stuck, well more like, trapped in the dark.
I mean I reach out, searching...but there's nothing to find.
Guess what I’m trying to say is I’m still in a daze.

Those blue eyes are still vibrant
like the 1st time we met
yet, now also horrifying
and that's my only regret.

Honestly if we spent a little more time
I would've of grown to love you.
But you were to selfish, and closed minded...
well you pushed me away.

Maybe it was me, or maybe it was you.
maybe we weren't ready for 'us two...'
to collide, yet we did.

In that one moment, it was magical chaos.
Now, I’m just chaos...still trapped in the dark,
too afraid to scream out.

If there is one thing I want from you...
well it’s not that hard to see...
Peter, please help me let go of you...
because those blue eyes still hold me captive.

Always been told the hardest thing to do is let go,
I never believed it, until now.
It’s so hard to let go... Hard to let the pain go.
see, It’s the only thing that makes me feel alive.
The hurt, the anger, this constant  frustration
of just being a friend, putting my heart on the line
just to have it stabbed in the dark!

Craziest thing is I've welcomed this insanity,
and don’t mind it taking over.
Lost myself too many times…
now I’m nothing but a stranger,
But the only one to blame is…ME.



I was in such a rush to find love
I lost my sanity in that moment I collided into you.
I was consumed by your mere existence
losing myself when I found you.
You took my heart, but forgot to give it back.
I hear the echo, beating so loud...
I can hear it beating…beating for you.

Going insane from this constant 'drumming.'
Then, I was allowed to live because my heart
was yours...you clung too tightly
encased it next to yours.
Suddenly came that moment when I fell hard,
then my world went black…

I felt the cold steel plunge through me,
the last thing I heard was the echo of you pitiful apology.
THUMP…THUMP…THUMP---

Now, I’m nothing...
a walking corpse, whose soul was stolen.
I once was a child of love, but hate is what keeps me warm at night.

Love is a mere myth, and I hate myself for believing that.
There’s no key to 'unlocking' what I had never found.
Whatever part of me left sane is too far gone
to try and save, see those old wounds bleed out again.

Now there are echoes rising, and raging inside
from the pain you left me with.
Destroyed and left for dead yet I’m still breathing.
I welcome this insanity in me, I embrace ever so sweetly…