AndyWood's Journal

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  • A Day In My Brain

    by AndyWood on May 15, 2013
     

    You’re fucking up!
    You should have tried harder.
    Don’t be so needy!
    Don’t be so sad!

    You’re a piece of shit.
    They think so, too.
    Who? Well, everyone!
    Even your friends hate you.

    Don’t bite your lip!
    You look so nervous!
    I bet everyone knows that you’re scared.

    Stop it! Stop it all!
    You’re gonna fuck up again!
    Then again, that’s all you are.
    A lonely fuckup.

    You annoy everyone,
    They just don’t say so.
    You’re so awkward,
    You should just go

    Hide behind your computer screen
    No one knows you there
    No one knows how shitty you are
    Nor do they care

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  • Is It Worth It?

    by AndyWood on May 03, 2013



    I'm not alone but it feels so
    I've got a home but nowhere to go
    Tell me, where's the love I've known?
    Has it gone since I've grown?

    Now I'm bearing the weight of the world
    People are behind me but not beside me
    My head is spinning
    And my mind's in a whirl

    I don't wanna be like my mother
    I'd rather be like any other
    But I've got sadness on my side
    Morality is well past its time

    I'm no better than a beggar for change
    I need a full on life rearrange 
    But I'm stuck, I'm on pause
    Got no motivation, got no cause

    If you could show me the way outta this
    I'd thank you with every single kiss
    But to you I'm just another face
    Blendin' in with the rest of the race

    Tell me, how did it get to this point?
    I smile at your memory as your ghost passes the joint
    I'm losing my sanity,
    Questioning reality

    My mommy was never all there
    I guess that it's not that she didn't care
    She was too far out of it to be aware
    Fightin' the demons in her mind,
    She just didn't have any time

    Still I swear I'll not follow her steps
    I can't handle all that regret
    But here I am, with my mind in a fog
    I can't stay like this for too long

    Habits are hard to break, and
    Freedom's hard to give up
    Nightly deciding what I'm gonna take
    Hoping I don't throw it up

    Now I understand my mother's story
    I know her pain and her worry
    I never wanted to have a habit like her
    Too many damaged nerves

    But here I am with tears on my face
    Looking for artificial happiness in a lonely place
    Got nothing but my shadow by my side
    No sanity left for me to live by

    Tell me why I should stop
    Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
    I need something to numb the pain
    Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
    I need something clouding my brain
    Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
    I need something to keep me sane
    Is it worth it? Is it worth it?

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  • Always Never Found

    by AndyWood on May 03, 2013

    I have nowhere to run
    I feel like my days are done
    But I guess I'll keep going on.

    There's a dime in my pocket,
    But no payphone to unlock it
    So I'll just stay here, alone.

    I'm a little bit lost,
    And always never found
    I'm a little in need of help,
    And always never fine

    It's just me and the wind
    That messes my hair
    Hoplessness hangs heavy
    In the air
    Reality screaming
    That I'm on my own.

    And I'm here,
    With my heart at my feet
    It's rotting away,
    Once a fruit so sweet
    It's gone bitter from living
    In such an empty home.

    But I'll always be a little bit lost
    And always never found
    A spirit born free
    Now chained to the ground
    A little in need of help,
    And always never fine
    Just left to battle
    All the demons in my mind
    And I'm a little bit tired of living this life
    And always never bold enough to end it- til tonight.

    Now, it's just me and the lonely streets that I walk
    And a pistol with a single shot
    About to pull the trigger with all I've got...
    And no one's there to stop me.


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  • Dark Days

    by AndyWood on May 02, 2013

    The days are long
    My mouth is dry
    I'm nodding off
    But it's not shuteye
    Their voices all blend into one
    My vision is foggy;
    How I love being numb
    To feel nothing is to be at peace
    Like a porn addict seeks release,
    I look to find peace of mind
    And like a killer lives for power,
    I look to pause my darkest hour
    The numbness is worth the sickness that comes after
    The nights are weary
    And I sweat like a pig
    My stomach is churning
    I feel everything
    Every nerve is on fire
    I feel like I'm dying
    I need another dose,
    I find myself crying
    I need to be numb again
    Opiates are my only friend 
    And I need to be numb again
    Opiates are my only friend

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