I don't wanna sleep 'cause I hate my dreams
I don't wanna speak 'cause I'm filled with screams
I don't wanna breathe 'cause it's all too much
I don't wanna feel 'cause I'll break to touch
I don't wanna be shot down again
No, I don't wanna be locked out again
No, I don't wanna lose another friend
Right now I don't wanna be who I am
Sunday, October 28, 2018
Thursday, October 18, 2018
The Tourist
I’m a bored and boring tourist inside my own body
I’m so sick of the same old sights and traveling alone
I can’t speak the language and the food here makes me nauseous
I’m done with this prolonged vacation, when can I go home
I’m the new kid in my head
Nobody here will be my friend
I sit alone at lunch and cry
Got another detention, not sure why
All my regrets ring out like thunder
I want to hurt myself so bad they have to put me under
But I can’t let anyone else in
Or they might lock me up again
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