I want to sing,
But my voice cracks,
I want to dance,
But I was born with two left feet.
I want to draw, paint,
But my hands are too shaky.
I want to write,
But the words can't flow out of my pencil
The way they flow in my head.
These feelings that keep me awake at night,
Haunting the winds with whispers,
Letting the ghosts seem through these walls that are tired of keeping their mouths shut,
Eating me alive.
You, its always you.
I need to get you out of my veins.
Its hard to express,
When I'm not very good at expressing.
I'll continue to shut down.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
I want to sing,
But my voice cracks,
I want to dance,
But I was born with two left feet.
I want to draw, paint,
But my hands are too shaky.
I want to write,
But the words can't flow out of my pencil
The way they flow in my head.
These feelings that keep me awake at night,
Haunting the winds with whispers,
Letting the ghosts seem through these walls that are tired of keeping their mouths shut,
Eating me alive.
You, its always you.
I need to get you out of my veins.
Its hard to express,
When I'm not very good at expressing.
I'll continue to shut down.
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