I wish so much to be eloquent with my words
want so much to set my mind free
Tell you things I never could before,
perhaps then you’d understand me.
It’d make it so much easier for you
yet such a difficult task for me
The natural instinct of speaking
seems lost within the sight of me
Express, articulate and objectify
it’s basically impossible to think
multitasking has never been a problem
yet telling while feeling appears insane
A fence of ivories and mis-communication
the underlying fear of seeming deranged
Ooh I’m done
I’ve said this a thousand times
God I’m done
Has always been the past goodbyes
Damn I’m done
I’m sick of holding on to a bunch of lies
Fuck I’m done
You ain’t gonna fucking hear me cry
This time I’ll swear again
I’M DONE I’M DONE I’M DONE
until the next fucking time.
I can’t stop clawing myself in the shower
I can’t stop shooting myself in the head.
I can’t stop the sadness that seeps within me
I can’t stop wishing that I was dead.
"If we’re destroying our trees and destroying our environment and hurting animals and hurting one another and all that stuff—there’s got to be a very powerful energy to fight that.
I think we need more love in the world.
We need more kindness, more compassion, more joy, more laughter.
I definitely want to contribute to that.”
— Ellen DeGeneres