Truly, I would love to live.
Anywhere other than in my head,
I truly would love to live.
But maybe I'll never have that luxury.
Prisoner to my own mind, I've never known a word of freedom.
And it is ironic, really, that the brain cannot feel.
To say that such an ***** is the core of my despair. Bitter, really.
I could tear out my hair and break apart everything in sight, but even that wreckage would be nothing compared to the one that is in my mind.
Still, truly I would like to live.
I would love to be saved and I would love to live.
To eat anything other than the burnt remains of my once brilliant constellation that rains down the sky.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 6:16 PM UTC
Truly, I would love to live.
Anywhere other than in my head,
I truly would love to live.
But maybe I'll never have that luxury.
Prisoner to my own mind, I've never known a word of freedom.
And it is ironic, really, that the brain cannot feel.
To say that such an ***** is the core of my despair. Bitter, really.
I could tear out my hair and break apart everything in sight, but even that wreckage would be nothing compared to the one that is in my mind.
Still, truly I would like to live.
I would love to be saved and I would love to live.
To eat anything other than the burnt remains of my once brilliant constellation that rains down the sky.
