My hands are so cold
and I can't sleep
and my music is turned up so it drowns out the voices in my head
and I don't know what to do anymore because I'm just so done and lost and broken and I want help,
but at the same time I don't
because it's comfortable and easy where I'm at.
It's 2:07 A.M.
and I know I should sleep,
but my mind just won't stop,
and I want it to so, so badly,
but I know if I turn off the music
and lay there in the silence
it will keep telling me everything that's wrong with me
and why I'm going to mess up and fail at everything.
I'm sorry,
I'm so, so sorry,
but I just don't know anymore.
I don't know what to do or how to deal with what's going on in my head,
so I just try to shut it out
by shoving it into the back of my mind
in a closet that's constantly trying to burst open with all the emotional baggage
that's crammed inside,
and I force a smile onto my face
and say
"I'm good."
"I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel
I have these thoughts so often I ought
To replace that slot with what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence"
- Car Radio by twenty one pilots
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The Light in the Dark (Completed)
PoetryCover made by the amazing @mikeyspizzadope (go check them out they're cool) It's 3 A.M., and you can't sleep. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. Your ears are ringing, echoing in your brain, and everything hurts so badly. Your...
