It’s at night my thoughts come alive. The darkness seems to bring out the savatagery of my mind
The unspeakable day time conversation would be horrified at my imagination.
So often I feel like a mad hatter. Ive become so attached to people who waste me.
I’m there for their enhailment of oxygen but I breathe in their contaminated air.
I’m there for the entertainment but nobody cares if I’m okay with it.
I’m a source of boredom fixing but I’m tired of fixing when I myself need repair.
I can no longer be the happy wonder that graces your being. My soul has been drowning and I need some relieving.
I let my walls down only to have them rebuilt. I can no longer be open about my inner eccentric self.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
It’s at night my thoughts come alive. The darkness seems to bring out the savatagery of my mind
The unspeakable day time conversation would be horrified at my imagination.
So often I feel like a mad hatter. Ive become so attached to people who waste me.
I’m there for their enhailment of oxygen but I breathe in their contaminated air.
I’m there for the entertainment but nobody cares if I’m okay with it.
I’m a source of boredom fixing but I’m tired of fixing when I myself need repair.
I can no longer be the happy wonder that graces your being. My soul has been drowning and I need some relieving.
I let my walls down only to have them rebuilt. I can no longer be open about my inner eccentric self.
