Tapping Talking Yelling Running Laughing Crying

Too loud it’s too loud

Pressure on my shoulders is what sets me off

THE TAPPING TALKING YELLING RUNNING LAUGHING CRYING
ITS TOO LOUD AND I AM too tired to comprehend everything

Stars fill the sky and light up the night, but for some reason that doesn’t count as a miracle

Colorful flowers grow out of the earth but somehow that isn’t impressive

The world is constantly turning but we don’t get dizzy and people don’t think it’s incredible

Why can’t everyone see that little things are miracles too the fact that we’re even alive is a miracle in itself

Sometimes I wonder if you look closely at my eyes, you can see every thought from my head and every image that I’ve seen?

Sometimes I wonder if my cheeks show the tears I’ve cried, as if they leave an indent on me

Sometimes I wonder if if you look at my smiling face, can you see all the words I’ve said all the cry’s for help I’ve silently whispered?

Sometimes I wonder if you look at my hands, can you see that I’ve used them as weapons against myself?

Sometimes I wonder if you look at me close enough you can read my whole story, every thought, every tear, every word, every touch can you see the indent that life has left on me?