There's a plague inside of me, Eating at my disposition, Nothing's left

2 day old make up
And 25 year old dreams
You make think you can see me
But nothing's as it seems.

I live mostly as an open book
But many things are hidden
You'll have to read between the lines
To find the truth within.

We're human shapes burned on concrete walls, These days the sun don't shine here anymore...

Some days, there's nothing left to give but honest words,
And what little of myself I have left to sacrifice.
I hide away in my 10x10 cell and let the world revolve without me.
No one notices I'm not there.
I can try to make an appearance, and I'm in the way
I can't give them what they want, because they've already drained me.
I'm told I'm selfish for being upset.
So I exist on water and sleep alone,
So everyone else has what they need.
No chance to be self-serving when everyone else is in need.
I don't even get the comfort of dreams anymore.
Sleep is for everyone else,'s
No matter how tired I get.
If they wanted my blood, I'd probably puncture the wound myself,
Just to get them to leave me alone.

Everywhere I turn, someone wants something from me.
All I want to do is let these tears fall,
But I might disrupt someone else's smile, so I hold them in.

My thoughts are all I have left that are all mine.
And, as scattered as they are,
I gladly share them with you.