Down To Your Soul

If I can dream, I can hope

There's nothing to report.

All I have to say is:

I'm Elijah, most of my friends don't know anything about me.

I smoke weed, drink alcohol, and constantly battle with God.

I resent my father, worry for my mother, and don't know if my brothers can be adults.

I think people are delusional. Everyone.

I don't know if i'm going crazy or not, but some nights I want to rip my skin off. Literally

I could live without people as long as I had music.

If I had a disease where I said everything I thought, i'd be alone.

I could fill my life with motif's and styles and never feel like i'm me.

I care what people think because i'm scared i'll come to think it too.

Knowing there's a possibility i'll push people away doesn't scare me.

And that scares me.

but i've got hope.

I hope it's enough.