Truth Be Told

My mind is like the wreckage after a hurricane, a blood bath:

heart vs. brain;

So insane how words can be the only thing keeping me sane.

I push the past away,

don’t wanna' be a prisoner no' more,

not trying to let it through one more door.

I push and push and pray for the pain to fade, but who am I praying to? No one listens any way.

Time doesn’t exist.

I’m stuck in a different dimension, no one on this level of comprehension.

I need people like me,

it’s a lonely place to be.

No matter which way I go, I can’t win.

Hearts been torn again and again,

Through it all, there's only been one true friend.

Truth be told,

It’s writing that saves my soul.

Truth be told,

It's writing that saves my soul.

These words are a part of who I am,

I've got so much to say,

words that stay bottled up inside,

infecting my mind and the anxiety just won’t subside.

That's why I do what I do,

why I take the pen to paper and let it flow;

Truth be told

it's writing that saves my soul

Truth be told

it's writing that saves my soul

Truth be told

It’s writing that saved my soul.