Clouded

Having difficulty in detaching from various kinds of negativity.

Sometimes I feel like I am in this perpetual state of numbness

It's an escape from all of your problems they say

No, don't misinterpret this numbness for dumbness

Roaming the streets with a blank mind

I've accepted it

This sound of static followed by the sound of a flat line

I'm in this constant state that I can't shake off

I know what it is, you're just sad, mad, or making things up again... 

I don't want to hear those words anymore, those words aren't enough

I understand now, this is who I am

Strange, deranged, mentally insane

These words leave me hurt- where's a door to slam?

Deep breathing by day, sporadic praying by night

If you prayed the right way, and dissect yourself, boy you'll be just fine

Well I'm already displeased with myself, but to make this stop, I'll say I'm alright

Sometimes I have to excuse myself from it all

Go to my room, turn off the lights, and close the door

There and then, I know, I can't hold onto anything, anymore...

Breathe in... Breathe out... Breathe in... Breathe out