Texty: 504 Plan. Treehouse Talk. Kristen Beam.

On the morning
i woke up and screamed out loud
my god what happened to the life
that once made me so proud
thoughts of dying
thoughts of living past today
they scream through my head openly
in an open minded state
now im stuck here
bloody flesh and bones and skin
its not what happened to my mind
this is just the mess im in
cant i break, all these chains
im sad
where were you, i need you
im sad
we could be, wait and see
im sad
but of course im not, sane again
im sad when you werent old enough to choose

can i take that
what i want back
can i take back what i deserve,
or will i be left untill,
everyone is dead
what will i
take for my self
can i take back what i deserve,
or will i be left until
everyone is dead

now im stuck here,
bloody flesh bones and skin
its not what ive done to my life
its just the mess im in
when i break free
from the things that hold me here
encumbered by, the sweet embrace
of many well earned tears
i can speak now,
from my heart and to my head
im losing touch,
im holding on to corpses of words said

cant i break, all these chains
im sad
where were you, i need you
im sad
we could be, wait and see
im sad
but of course im not, sane again
im sad when you werent old enough to choose

can i take that
what i want back
can i take back what i deserve,
or will i be left untill,
everyone is dead
what will i
take for my self
can i take back what i deserve,
or will i be left until
everyone is dead