I woke up and had to question if I was alive,
I didn't know if the emotions from last night still thrived.
I couldn't remember when I wrote the words
And drew falling birds
On a place I was disgusted of
I thought it'd look better with words above
The source of my low self-esteem.
I keep thinking and I can't sleep
And if I can't sleep I can't dream
And if I can't dream them what's life mean.
Still I hide every word
From the other people in the world
Even though I'm trying to reach out.
My hopes of help are just filled with doubt...
My cousin would laugh
And my mom would have a calf.
I can't reach for help
So the disease grows like a welp
And I have to keep it off my wrists and thighs
So I think of burning skies
And write words tjat no one will understand,
No not completely.
