The Hurting

Get out of my head.
get out of their head.
you tried to bleed him out, but it only made him stronger.
you tried to cut him out, but it only fed him more.
you feed on the weak.
scars are your workmanship and a noose is your prize.
you disgust me.
you’re nothing.
face me you coward.
let’s see what you’ve got.
your disease is your existence.
i’d love to see you dead, beaten and bloodied on the floor.
in a place incapable of hurting anymore.
i want to rip out that black heart that keeps you alive, smash in your teeth, and spit in your face.
this is what you get for making them believe they’re not beautiful.
this is what you get.
we all grow just in different directions, away from the roots we call home (we call home).
but if you need a voice to silence the devil inside, i’ll be here.
i’ll be your home.
i’ll be your voice.
have faith.
push on.
break free.
hell will not prevail against you.
oh, leviathan, you’ve created your feeble plundered kingdom. i am alpha, omega, and i will be your end.
the fact is we’re all worth dying for.
every person is beautiful, but if we don’t treat each other that way then the devil will creep in and act as our own.
have faith.
push on.
break free.
have faith.
push on.
break free.
have faith.
push on.
break free.
have faith.
push on.
break free.
have faith.
push on.
break free.
break the chains that hold you down, the doubt that holds you back.
we raise our fists and we’re going for the throat.
you’re loved more than you’ll ever know.
we all grow just in different directions, away from the roots we call home (we call home).
but if you need a voice to silence the devil inside, i’ll be here.
i’ll be your home.
i’ll be your voice.