Blurry

Artist: Puddle Of Mudd
Title: Blurry

Everything’s so blurry, and everyone’s so fake
And everybody’s empty, and everything is so messed up
Preoccupied without you, I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you, I stumbled and I crawl
You could be my someone, you could be my scene
You know that I’ll protect you from all of the obscene
I wonder what you’re doing, imagine where you are
There’s oceans in-between us, but that’s not very far...

Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face...

Everyone is changing, there’s no one left that’s real
To make up your own ending, let me know just how you feel
‘Cause I am lost without you, I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you, I stumbled and I crawl
And you could be my someone, you could be my scene
You know that I will save you from all of the unclean
I wonder what you’re doing, I wonder where you are
There’s oceans in-between us, but that’s not very far

Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me...

Oh... nobody told me what you felt
Nobody told me what to say
Everyone showed you where to turn
Told you when to run away
Nobody told you where to hide
Nobody told you what to say
Everyone showed you where to turn
Showed you when to run away

Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me
No...
This pain you gave to me...

Can you take it all
Take it all away
This pain you gave to me
Take it all away
This pain you gave to me
Take it all away...
This pain you gave to me
This pain you gave to me...

I dont know what it is

about writing, that makes me feel free. Maybe it is the mental release, the reality being seen on paper. I am not really sure. However there is another part of writing that creates anxiety for me. I find myself traveling back into the past of many years of pain and turmoil that ruled my life. As I wrote during those years some very powerful words I noticed that they seemed to trap me in a place that I longed to run from. Like the words that I was trying to find relief from sucked me in deeper. I noticed that this seemed to become worse for me as I entered a time of long term sobriety. The mask of my life was taken from me and the feelings became so very raw and painful. Journaling, poetry, drawing and photography became an escape for me. Just barely