Halfway between Station 4 and Station 42,
I got lost in my head.
I got off the train to explore but then I found
He told me that nothing is ever truly profound
Nothing is ever
You lost me;
One day, my laughs turned fake and I don't know why.
Clawing my way to the surface, hoping to be noticed.
I'm underwater and
I have an anchor pulling me down.
My head is spinning;
The voices are getting nauseous;
Throwing up vicious lies into my ears;
Lucky for them I believe anything I hear.
Lately, it's been late nights and stomach acid
With the occasional dash of trying to dig out secrets
Hidden under layers of skin.
I've been trying to breathe under all this wreckage;
Detaining myself is proving that my prison walls are strong.
Running a marathon without moving a muscle;
Living while under the influence of the toxins within my mind.
