I woke up today, and my head feels different.
It's like there's something holding it.
It makes me want to cry.
What happened to you, they ask.
My head.
What time did you sleep?
The usual, my head doesn't hurt.
Drink vitamins, then walk away.
How?
I cry.
Don't know how to cope other than the internet.
I understand, no one has time.
Look, look, it's my illness!
Look at it.
How to tell I still feel anger when I remember the times I wanted to kill myself because of the shop.
How to make them understand that I feel nothing when sometimes I entertain the thoughts of poisoning my father.
There's something wrong with me.
God, Jesus, I'm not angry at them, just sad.
But okay. Okay.
Oh, when the moon was shining bright before mornin'
I made a deal with the stars to keep holdin'
Shinin' bright to come and bring me back home
The lights in my eyes, they disappeared
The visions in my mind are enough to keep me from fear
I won't let it hold me down
The other way around
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