Monday, April 11, 2016

one


It swells in my head
It rips up my heart
I wanna tear my room apart
I wanna tear myself apart
I have run out of motivation to do anything
Except maybe jump of a cliff
Wouldn't say suicidal,
Just so over this
So over this
I know what I'm doing,
And then not at all
I feel like I'm flying
And that's when I fall
Stupid little pessimist
Mentally hurting herself
My pillow is freaking soaked
I just want help
If David questioned if You were there
If David called out in despair
Then consider this one of those cries
I know that You can hear this prayer
I just can't do this
I'm just done
Blowing up in
Three, two,

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