The throbbing of my chest
The aching of my heart
The feeling when I know that I can't get past the start

The bleeding
The crying
The hating
The regret

Why can't I have just the opposite of that?

I must've gotten a clock stuck down my throat, because I'm losing my breath and I'm dying to note

My heart shatters a million times a day, it loses it's blood which comes back, finding it's way. It breaks and survives because I put it back together, but one day I might give up, since I've been very under the weather.

And my legs wibble and wobble like flying jelly off a plate, the queezy eezy feeling of something bad I ate. A taste of your sense; of my responsibility. A taste of the hate you feed me unstoppably.

My fists swing wildly, like a crazy fan in a crowd. Useless against your words being loud. Stuck on repeat, stuck in my head, when there's no goddamn delete button and I'd rather have lead.

In my mind, what can you see? Why, the ugly truth is staring at me! It thinks it's so smart, trying to tell me off. Well my trying to deny it isn't really tough. My world is kinda stuck in a tornado right now, that's enough explanation to tell you why I bow my head down.

Staring at the ground, as though it's the most magnificent thing. Whatever is so interesting down there? My shoes must be beautiful, my leather pants, not scratch. NO, IT'S MY STUPID FEELS, CARING ABOUT YOU BEING AN ASS.

And my body is filled with sadness and rage. Right now, I'm in an uncontrollable stage.

Back away now, I might explode. I've been implanted with a bomb, own guns, cock back and load.

My heart slows down, to regular beat. It won't mend back perfect, but it's better than nothing at least.

I collapse to the ground, tears rolling down my eyes, my legs were not strong enough for all of my lies.

My fists don't try to defend any longer. A cool head is key to grow stronger.

A calm, clear state of mind exists. It was just buried somewhere in my noggin, near that undiscovered palace.

And I look up towards the sky, at the beautiful stars, and around this planet that we all call ours.

I've stopped now, because I know. I must think positive and let my thoughts show.

I might have thought differently then, but now that I've calmed down, I've begun to comprehend.

That tornado won't last forever, forever is way too long. Almost anything in life can be restored.

It totally gets better and everything.