Packing

Feels like I'm packing away the pain of living a lie

All the things I do to be happy tend to backfire as I pack

Maybe running isn't the answer but it feels so good

Going to that special place where my worries don't exist

Its like popping a pill and feeling the ecstasy at command

No one can stop it

My heart beating uncontrollable

My stomach flipping in excitement

The touch I use to know so orgasmic brings me to the edge

But what happens when all that ends?

Do I come back to this world

Where I go day by day hoping that I can fake a smile?

Just to make you think everything is okay

These lies can't go on

But where do we go when they do

To a world of unicorns and cotton candy clouds

No we go a world we call reality.

Harsh but real

And I'm stuck trying satisfy people

But when will you go out of your way for me

When I'm holding on to life by a thread

Is that when they'll make an effort?

Karma can't save you so why should I try to have good karma.

I'm packing and I'm leaving it all behind

But of course your coming with me.