Blurryface -tøp

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who am i
useless emotions
happines, sadness, anger, fear
they were all kept small
but Blurryface rises
above them all

trapped
trapped in Blurryface's head
my heart is telling me to run
the voices haunting my head
tell me it's too late

i start running
running away
from the screaming voices around me
running endless circles
i cannot live this way

Blurryface has won
i gave up
a final cry
and this is the reason why
my name is
Blurryface

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