I write in sliver but it comes out red.
Restricting myself to the demons in my head.
Why would I leave when I find salvation in my bed?
I never saw myself here, I no longer look both ways
Because I’m no longer a prisoner to fear.
I put myself here I’ll get myself out.
I’m emotionally drained in a mentally confused drought
My hearts never felt at home I sit in my room and do so many things but yet I still feel alone.
The more I think the more the stones around my feet make me sink.
“You can get yourself out”
Well what happens when you don’t want to get yourself out?
What happens when you’re only making and effort to live for the ones that love you because you’ve never had the heart to tell someone you can’t put them above yourself.
I want to say bye but I haven’t found a method that won’t make mama cry.
If she found this she’d probably worry, but no need death is in no hurry.
I know you’ll heart so for you I’ll suffer.