My Own Empath
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I’m tired of feeling heavyNot in the rich wayI can feel every emotion and physical feeling around meI can sense these pains everydayI want to allow myself, to just liveWithout any stress or self consequenceI just wanna breatheAnd breathe in truth againI just wanna breatheAnd breathe out other people’s problems againI wanna get tattoos and not regret itI wanna son and not feel any way about itMy own empathyHas really been kill in’ meEven if this gift makes me, meAlong with my mental illness, this gift consumes meSometimes it’s hard to feel when I’m in my medsBut I feel crazy when I’m off my medsNotice how I cried late at night in bedNotice how I’m running around more in my headHe understoodCause he lived itI think we’d both rethink what we went through if we couldThe spark we had, we both walked away from itMy own emapthyIt’s been killin’ meFor so longMusics my passionAnd nowadays it’s hard for me to feel anything through any songI’ve lost my will and my passionWhen I’m on my medsI’m not paranoied and in my headWhen I’m off my medicationI get back my passion and ambitionSo what the hell am I suppose to doWhen half of me is black, and the other part is blueNow I really understand youAnd why I admired you when you were dressed in black but felt so beautiful & blue