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sh4def4ngIt hits hard. And I take the blows harder; stuff them in a jar.
Put it away; close the lid.
Make another happy vid.
But jars can only hold so much, and eventually I take them out.
Break every one.
Shattering glass; crack!- like a gun.
Dancing between the glass shards, hitting hard.
Harder.
Left, right; boom, boom. Tattoo of fists against cement.
A vent of impact; slam, slam!
Direct every hit I’ve taken every second, every day. Direct it out my fist against the wall, because hey!
I’ll shrug at you when you tell me no. Because where on earth am I supposed to let this shit go?
Boom, boom; slam, slam!
A tattoo; a jam of fists like a drum set. The clash of the cymbals will be my frustration releasing in a cry of raw sound.
No one can see me like this; mentally on the ground.
I’m scary like this.
“You’re so chill,” people tell me. There’s no way I can let them see.
I always have to be calm, always have to be there.
Even when the world inside my head is burning down, and I’m trying not to care.
Put it away; close the lid.
Make another happy vid.
But jars can only hold so much, and eventually I take them out.
Break every one.
Shattering glass; crack!- like a gun.
Dancing between the glass shards, hitting hard.
Harder.
Left, right; boom, boom. Tattoo of fists against cement.
A vent of impact; slam, slam!
Direct every hit I’ve taken every second, every day. Direct it out my fist against the wall, because hey!
I’ll shrug at you when you tell me no. Because where on earth am I supposed to let this shit go?
Boom, boom; slam, slam!
A tattoo; a jam of fists like a drum set. The clash of the cymbals will be my frustration releasing in a cry of raw sound.
No one can see me like this; mentally on the ground.
I’m scary like this.
“You’re so chill,” people tell me. There’s no way I can let them see.
I always have to be calm, always have to be there.
Even when the world inside my head is burning down, and I’m trying not to care.
