Crumble It Up And Throw It Away Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Pushed up against the wall.
A chainsaw running away inside my head.
A prison buried 10 meters underneath the sandy dirt of the secluded island.
With land hundreds of miles away.
This is my prison, my cage I'm locked within.
And every time I think I've finally got free.
There's yet another later of security.
Some days I'm so ready to give up.
Some days I'm so ready stop all this fighting just to breath.
Just to see.
Eyes wide closed.
A cane that too short for walking but definitely allows me to commit the occasional violent act of smacking someone across there head.
As a matter of fact, your next.
Cause your opinion no longer matters.
Just shut up and listen or walk away.
I don't care, not anymore, a heart made of stone.
All alone.
And that's okay.
That's perfectly fine I expect nothing less.
Breaking another window.
Picking up the pieces with my bare hands and squeezing.
Just to feel them sink just beneath my skin.
A child in a man's body.
Most certainly some days atleast.
Other days I lose that light that shines from the inside.
That giddy laughter that's completely blind to any kind of embarrassment.
I'm always looking for it.
The ultimate moment of happiness, better then tear jerk moment absolutely senseless grief.
Take all the pain put it on piece paper.
Crumble it up and throw it away.
Give it no meaning other the expression of life under the misfortune of a razor sharp knife.
This is a battle the clinical sane deal with every day.
A sometimes I truly believe there's got to be a better way.
Throwing shade upon the perfect sunshine.
Drinking a gallon of wine with no intention of getting drunk.
Just trying to pass the time while I get over the next hump, next bump on these rolling hills.
I hear someone say just pop a pill.
It's always better when your in decline.
Listening to me as I say everything will be fine.
Just another temporary moment and like that it's gone.
The choice is made upon an unforgiving dawn.
But will remember nothing of this poem.