Divided against myself

It all ends in embarrassment

I haven’t got the strength to end

The conversations ill intent

Ive come to watch the house burn down

Home again

You called me the king of misery

But I don’t think that’s who I am

With a chest made of sinking sand

I’m doing the best I can

If i could describe you in a sentence

I’d say you oppressed

If I have to wear you on my sleeve again

I will get undressed

If I have to drag you through another day

I’ll have no strength left

Dear voice inside

Telling me lies

The guilt that eats me

That leaves me tired

The words that beat me

Dear voice unkind

Dear me sometimes

**** off