Somethings Never Change

Somethings never end.
Like the thoughts at the back of my head.
The music blasting in my ear.
The pollution in the air.
The thoughts of never accomplishing anything haunts me everyday.

It tells me at night, before and after i sleep.
Comes to me in my dreams.
Tells me at day light, before and after i awake.
Comes to me as horrible tragedies.

Where do I have to go?
To stop this killing ambition.
This self-destructive motivation.
To stop this resurrecting agony
Now it's all so clear to me.
Why those blades ran down my skin,
How it made me feel pity for everything so hopelessly, unforgivingly, and beautifully.
How do I now stop the blades from touching the skin of my body.

The music so loud, my ears begin to bleed.
Just to stop the words you call destiny.
"We we're dead from the start",
I still won't, I still can't believe.

The air today is nothing but suffocating.
So Intoxicating.
The acid rain dissolved your cheeks.
Your toxic breath eradicate my lips.
The storm washed away your make up,
The one that I fell so foolishly in love with.

And I've been trying to come back alive.
To become a new heart and arise.
But somethings never change.
Just like the thoughts I have,
At the back of my head.