I started out with nothing
Open that drawer, one star left
And my memories
Can't wait to close that gate behind me
I can't run
My thoughts will find me
Tear me through
One by one I'm dying
Leave me be
That's what I tell them all to do
But they can only see
The broken me
Look into the sky
What do you find
Clouds, not blue or bright
Cause the sun's not for you
But what's wrong with that
I've tried to feel
More than what I force myself to
But thoughts only enter
And make me want to hide
Cause I can't run
My memories will find me
One day I'll leave them behind
Scarred Me
Can I wish for peace
Or is this reality
They will find me
Gunshots, doll eyes, lamplight, murder
Back of the van
It all goes black
Last thought those faded lives
Leaving me, leaving me
Behind, always behind
And I can't run
Cause they will find me
Leaving this reality
Living backstreet, losing my sanity
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Feeling Too Much
PoetrySongs and poetry I write when I'm at risk of feeling numb. I also read books, make origami, play Transformice, or eat. Here's my writing though.