Lain Lame

My thoughts had been tied to my brain
Leaving me stupid
To talk was a sin
I'd lain lame

Having friends was a flu
That I have to buy drugs for the fools
Just to cure their aches
I'd lain lame

My heart had pounded
Beating my chest hard to search
Searched for things I couldn't pour out
I'd lain lame

The pain had forced my metaphoric voice
That which explains my definition through likening
And now I have the freedom
I'd lain lame

I Cry

In the depth of me, I know
I know the damage and the pain
The denial and battering
The refusal and the taunts
I cry

In my heart, I know
I know how heavy it feels
The burden of tears
The feel of alienation
I cry

In my head, I know
I know how it hurts to over think
The acceptance of myself
The open sheer rejection from within
I cry

In my life, I know
I know I feel security
That one which is a mile away
The one that seems unreachable
I cry

My life would be a disaster
Getting along with a high voltage
Crying for help
Sharing my piece
I cry

I feel my life is myopic
That which you would feel is really deep
Not believing the parts I cry to you
Saying OK in my pain
I cry

Depression has me
Making me feel less human
Torturing for my natural ability
Knocking me off myself
I cry

I hope for a light
A light that would lift me
A light that would elucidate a battle fought
That I wait for.