Your Projections

Your Projections

By: Tyler Ross

Sometimes I wanna tear out my skull 

and reveal the rotting pain bruises below.

I need closure and your secrets unleashed

and these sleepless nights to end

so I can find some peace.

I want something to ease my mind,

the ripping at my heart has me falling behind.

I’m fucking sad, and I want it to end,

and I don’t have enough energy to phone a fucking friend.

I’m all alone and the shadows seep in,

it’s getting darker

and my mood won’t fucking bend.

Back to happiness you’ve been stripping from me

all because you’re not happy with who you think you should be.

Projections!

I woke again, tormented by dreams

and still your constant silence ripping at my seams.

Shed my skin, let it all in

exposed to the bone and scared, 

my thoughts are turning grim.

I want you to think of me and not just yourself,

the damage you’re doing 

and destroying my fucking health.

You say you truly love me, 

but you’re forcing me out to be the victim, 

now numbing me with fucking doubt.

I feel diseased plagued by your own scars,

I’ve been walking a million miles, while you’ve got the car.

Left behind, I can’t climb out this well

You’re slowly cutting our rope while I scream for help

in hell.

Your projections!

Projections!