What Good Am I

Give up the feelings you get, the highs, The lows and the last cigarette of your life The knife will cut never again, Give the pain, give the love, take the medicine And you'll never regret, take it in and reset, lose it all Good for the moment, So own it and let yourself live, outside your mind Thoughts in their place, On your face lies the trace of a smile, loving and kind Everything's vivid and clear, But the image is lost, just colors and lines Breaking yourself to connect to your Health, but in turn, you're losing the time I'm embarrassed, I'll admit it's further than I thought I'd let it go But now, I'm stumbling for words I'm breaking off a piece, releasing this, maybe I'll never be the same With all of the rain, what good is my sky? So I adjust as I must if I wish to align, and straighten my mind Days go unnoticed, it's good, I suppose I could say I'm feeling fine But where is my terror? My gut wrenching flares that compose and arrange on the lines Should I expect if neglecting my Hectic desire, my hands should resign? Take a moment, let it hit you, Thoughts can take you, shake you, grip you Take your heart, collapse and tear it, but it's not without its merit Everything is worth its while, savage thoughts can make you smile Art is art and hearts, are smart to let us forge a brighter start I'm breaking off from these releases, Who's to say I shouldn't be this way? Without all my pain, what good am I?