i tried flying towards the sun, but it only made me fall.
i miss the golden warmth it gave, the ocean makes me bawl.
my skin is stung by salt, washing out my wounds.
is this the fault of fate, or not having any control?
i just wanted a sunny stroll, but i guess im taking the toll.

i guess it never really mattered
and the closets are stuffed full
these memories are tattered,
i cant tell if they're cotton or they're wool.

maybe i was lucky cause he never made my body bleed, but that does that make up for what he did to me?
or was it all just in my head, something my thoughts bred?
i don’t know what to believe, I’ve got two voices yelling at me,
somethings wrong, everything alright
just tell me a lie so i can sleep through the night.
i’ll be alright, i promise.
oh please, don’t be so modest.
it’s just daddy issues, or whatever you call it.
theres nothing wrong with my head its just all for attention, tell me the truth, i have so many questions.
do you see your reflection?
I think I’ve got bruises on my brain, am i going insane?

my thoughts were clear until i wrote them
and then they werent again