Sometimes I don't feel like going on anymore
Sometimes I wish that man would have never dragged me to the shore
Sometimes I wish life didn't feel like such a chore
Sometimes I don't feel like going on anymore

Sometimes I don't feel like getting out of bed
I'm tired of people telling me this is all in my head
"You're life is all good, you are clothed, you are fed!
You're life is all good, you are lucky enough to have a bed!"
I just keep everything I want to say left unsaid,
You wouldn't try to understand, you'd just be disappointed.
So sometimes, I don't feel like getting out of bed.

Sometimes I don't feel like getting dressed
I don't want to change my clothes and I'll leave my hair a nest.
I don't even want to shower, sometimes, that's something else I'll confess.
With my room a mess, and while I'm not feeling my best,
Sometimes I don't feel like getting dressed.

Sometimes I forget to eat
My appetite has disappeared, my appetite is depleted.
You could bribe me with my favorite food, or a treat
My appetite still wouldn't recover, I still wouldn't want to eat.
My stomach will churn sickly at the thought of food, my legs will feel weak.
Sometimes, I forget to eat.

Sometimes I don't want to answer my phone.
It's nothing personal, I just "want" to be alone.
I say I need to figure things out on my own
And you wouldn't want to hear me complain and groan
I know I shouldn't isolate myself so I am alone.
But sometimes,
Sometimes I don't want to answer my phone.

I want to isolate myself until you have a reason to leave
I've always been the best at ruining everything
With my self destructive tendencies

she/her
i'm a huge reader
i'm 17
my favorite color is green
and i **** at poetry
(and in general, at writing)
and i love binge watching documentaries
my favorite drink is sweet tea
i'm a virgo
i'm obsessed with that 70's show
and jenna marbles

I had another daydream, more like a nightmare, an awful
thought
I was in the middle of driving, the instructor had to correct me a lot.

Behind the wheel, my hands were stiff and my knuckles were white
I ****** the car to the left, hitting everything and every car in
site

Hoods hit the ground, tumbling and
rolling
Our lives, even mine, began
unfolding

I thought about teeth crunching, bones
shattering
I thought about the veins exploding, blood
splattering

I thought about my skull between metal, all being
crushed
I saw myself in the mirror, not seeing someone I can
trust.