Car, horn, faulty smile, titling world.
Trying hard not to feel this burn.
Racing thoughts, hitching breaths
Trying hard to chase this rest.
Regret, pain, hurt screams
Nothing now can fix these seams
Torn and tattered patchwork scars
Working hard to see the stars
I know you say and you'll fly
But honestly inside I only die
With each sunset, I will lie
As my depression comes out saying hi.
I don't know how to cope
I'm no
