THE COLOUR OF MADNESS
A Blog About Living with Mental Illness
Sabotage My Soul
Everyone is waiting
but every day’s the same.
Everyone’s debating,
but the questions still remain.
I cashed in my chips at the first sign of trouble, now I’m running out of room.
I found my heart at the bottom of a bottle
and then I broke that bottle in two.
Will the earth keep on turning,
long after we’re all gone?
And will the beggars still be choosing,
a path of righteous songs?
Better grab your spades, keep digging,
until rock bottom comes along.
And hope to Hell repenting,
will save you from your wrongs.
Cause my broken mind is sold,
on the future where I don’t grow old.
No matter what we’re told,
guess I’ll still sabotage my soul.
And we’re still casting histories mould.
Still Fighting wars that won’t grow cold.
And if I’ll never again be whole,
guess I’ll just sabotage my soul.
Tell me,
Why do I still need a reason,
to fight against this demon?
When it’s taken all my feelings
And locked me in it’s Hell.
Tell me
What’s the point of standing?
Watch the people all demanding,
an impossible solution,
to save these crumbling walls.
So I’m making bitter lemonade,
from the fallen fruits of our loins.
Wishing things went a different way
But the vicious cycle carries on.
It’s too late to hope for redemption,
in this world of toxic thoughts.
When inclusion became the enemy
and common sense so rarely brought.
Now my broken mind is sold
On the future where I don’t grow old.
And no matter what we’re told,
guess I’ll still sabotage my soul
And we’re still casting histories mould.
Still fighting wars that won’t grow cold.
And if I’ll never again be whole,
guess I’ll just sabotage my soul.
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THE COLOUR OF MADNESS 
emotionally safe,
in your grace,
is my abode,
hidden from the hurt,
protected under skirt,
like frog, hedgehog or a little twerp,
emotionally safe and with yous,
no turning away,
no turning against myself,
no other place I’d rather be,
in your grace I can be me’s…..
*I have come off the pain killers and my hand is throb throbbing like [add éxpletive] yous write good lyrics I hear them with an Americana Punk Rock vibe going on**BTW your contribution is absolutely huge and and I genuinely hope yous know this too*_
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Ow, sorry for your hand, but thank you for your beautiful words!!
Hope the throbbing settles soon 💜
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