Skull’s a padded cell, lined with panic
Each thought ricochets off the bone
Brain's swollen with static
But I’m trapped here, alone

The pressure builds behind my temples
Jaw tight, eyes twitch, neck sore
Every whisper turns violent
Then loops back louder than before

I blink but the images stay
Thoughts like fists that won’t decay
This isn’t noise, it’s a drill
Boring into me against my will

My thoughts have me in a chokehold I can’t tap out of
Tension winding tight from the inside up
Skull cracking from the fight I breathe
Trying to scream through locked teeth

Can’t think, can’t sleep, can’t make it stop
Headlocked in a pressure I can’t drop

Sinuses swell with rage
Forehead pulsing red
Every idea’s a jackhammer
Breaking peace inside my head

The crown of me’s gone sour
My cortex coils like wire
My brainstem’s burning hours
Fueling thoughts I can't retire

I chew on silence, grind it down
But even quiet starts to pound
Every nerve’s a fuse that’s lit
Inside this cranium I can’t quit

My thoughts have me in a chokehold I can’t tap out of
Each throb a verdict I’m unworthy of
Tension locked in my frontal lobe
Clenched so hard, I implode

Can’t breathe, can’t blink, can’t make it stop
Headlocked in a brain that forgot how to drop

There’s a war behind my forehead
A riot under skin
No one sees the bruising
But I’m breaking deep within

My temples count the seconds
In pulses loud and grim
If thoughts could leave bruises
My skull would cave in

My thoughts have me in a chokehold I can’t tap out of
Clawing through my brain like it's not enough
Nerves snapping like rubber bands
Cranium cracked by my own hands

Can’t breathe, can’t blink, can’t make it stop
Headlocked, and it’s all I’ve got

My mind is the cage
My skull is the lock
I built this pressure
Now I can’t make it stop

Headlocked

Mama’s got that faraway look
Lipstick smudged on picture books
Microwave meals, TV laughs
While I hide my wrappers in the trash

Told me I was her little treat
Chocolate cheeks and sticky feet
But bedtime came and so did screams
The kind that echo into dreams

She said, “Don’t worry, love, I’m fine”
Then bit her nails down past the line

KitKats—
I was just a KitKat—
Sweet enough to split, too easy to forget
She’d break me off, then break again
Trade my silence for pretend
I smiled like sugar on her tongue
But every snap undid the fun
Wrapped me up in store-bought hugs
Then left me melting in the rug

She used to hum my lullabies
Now she just stares with candy eyes
Red foil dreams on paper plates
I learned young how sugar breaks

Cartons piled beside her bed
Crumbs like words she never said
She loved me best when I was still
When I stayed sweet and didn’t spill 

The couch became a second grave
Where all her broken KitKats stayed

KitKats—
I was just a KitKat—
Sweet enough to split, too easy to forget
She bit the parts that made me whole
Then blamed me when I didn’t fold
A treat she’d save then throw away
When pain returned and skies turned gray
She snapped my love like candy wood
And said, “You’ll heal. You always should.”

Snap, snap—can you hear it now?
The sound of love that’s not allowed
I crumbled quiet in her lap
She kissed my cheek, then took her nap

KitKats—
I was just a KitKat—
Sweet enough to split, too easy to forget
Now the foil’s torn, and I can see
I was a snack, not family
She left me half in plastic wrap
A sugar kid in her relapse
Not broken—just uneaten yet
Still waiting for what love forgets

Snap me once, I don’t resist
Snap me twice, I cease to exist
Put me back in silver sleeves
Say I’m sweet, then let me leave

I was just a KitKat...
And you never finished me.

KitKats

The room is quiet, shadows in the corners,
Your hand brushes mine and my chest swells.
Nothing speaks but the hum of our hearts,
Every breath between us a secret spell.

Fingers trace lines we can’t put into words,
Every glance lingers, tethered and sweet.
The world falls away, leaving only us,
In the silence, our hearts drum in sync.

I lean in closer, every inhale is yours,
Your warmth filling the space where sound is gone.
A quiet storm of pulse and skin,
Every touch a whisper we can’t hide.

Gilded silence, honey dripping for us
Buzzing quiet, hearts beating without fuss
Golden hush, nectar trails in the air
Only we can share

Soft sighs float like golden dust,
Every heartbeat a signal I can trust.
Your presence lingers, warm and near,
In gilded silence, only we appear.

Buzzing quiet, hearts beating loud
Golden threads weaving us in a shroud
Every pulse a secret, sticky and sweet
In this silence, only we meet

Gilded silence, honey dripping for us
Buzzing quiet, hearts beating without fuss
Golden hush, nectar trails in the air
Only we can share

Gilded silence…
Buzzing hearts…
Golden stillness…
Forever honeyed…

Gilded Silence

Sunlight hits the glass in broken streaks,
Color bleeding where the shadows slide.
Ink runs down like words I never finished,
Marking everything
I tried to hide.
Fingerprints smudge the corners,
Left from nights I pressed too hard.
Looking out feels tinted now—
Like the world’s too bright,
But I’m too scarred.

I wipe the glass,
But the stains remain—
Little bruises
In windowpane.
Can’t scrape off
What the past let show,
Ink spreads fast
When you lose control.

Ink-stained windows,
Nothing looks the same.
Every memory paints the light
In a deeper shade of blame.
Ink-stained windows,
Color where I bleed—
Even when I look outside,
It reflects
What’s inside me.

Some nights, the glass fogs up in silence,
Breath patterns drawing shapes I know too well.
I trace them back like old confessions,
Lines I swore
I’d never tell.
Outside moves like life continues,
Inside stays stuck on the parts I missed.
Every smear on the window’s surface
Feels like proof
Of where I exist.

Tried to clean what time erased,
But the stains keep coming back.
Every thought I pushed aside
Just dried
In shades of black.

Ink-stained windows,
Nothing looks the same.
Every memory paints the light
In a deeper shade of blame.
Ink-stained windows,
Color where I bleed—
Even when I look outside,
It reflects
What’s inside me.

Maybe the stains aren’t damage,
Maybe they’re the proof I stayed.
Maybe the glass remembers
Every truth
I tried to fade.
And maybe seeing through the ink
Is how I learn to face the past—
Not perfectly clear,
But honest
At last.

Ink-stained windows,
Shadows in the glare.
I see myself through everything
I tried to leave
Back there.
Ink-stained windows,
Marking what I’ve been—
If the world looks different now,
It’s ‘cause I finally
Let it in.

Stains don’t fade easy,
But they change
What I can see—
And maybe that’s the point.
Maybe they’re shaping
Me.

Ink-Stained Windows

All songs are written and sung entirely by me — every word, every melody, every story comes straight from my own hands. There’s no AI involved in the creation of my music. 

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Ink-Stained Windows

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