How does one love?
Is it too little?
Is it too much?
Its good that you know how to love
But perhaps its too much
I find myself trying to formulate these thoughts into art
Trying to mold this pain that everyone feels into art
Bleeding to let out this pain I call art
So that someday someone will see it and say
"That's how I feel."
And that feeling will happen
and their eyes will start to water
and their skin will start to crawl
and their stomach will turn
and their heart will burn
Maybe I can let some of this go to them
Or maybe it will just make more
Where do I plug in?
Where do I turn off?
Where do I empty out?
Or is it a who?
As soon as I lay down I have to move
As soon as I stop I have to go
One thing I really want to know
is how not to think about it so much
I wanted to be happy and ignorant like everyone else
But I'm beginning to think everyone is just fooling themselves
I was never meant to belong or be apart
But somehow I find myself here
Amongst the elite
I wonder why they leave
because I wonder why they came in the first place
