Strangled

                                  I feel strangled.

I feel torn into insufficient amounts of two.

Is this a sign of what I'm made of,

Or how I allow myself to be treated?

Grab the wrists, pull away.

I don't want to die today, so I won't.

I can't believe this is me,

Well you're drowning me with my own hate, so I

Do you feel they're laughing at you through the TV? I know I do.

Do you wonder how they get away with that shit they say?

I was the glue that held us together.

I'll be that fucking stitch forever.

When you feel like there's nothing left inside of you

Just remember I wanted something I could hold onto

Are the mental restraints a good replacement for me?

It's such a pretty sound, ear to the ground.