All its weight is on my head
As I lie awake in my bed
Feeling I’d be better off dead
But that’s not what the doctor said
I get the feeling that he lied
To rid my tears and hush my cries
At the end of the day his hands are tied
Would it just be easier if I died?
To float up from the bed I lay on
And travel to whatever’s beyond
One final breath without yearn or long
And all of a sudden the weight is gone.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
All its weight is on my head
As I lie awake in my bed
Feeling I’d be better off dead
But that’s not what the doctor said
I get the feeling that he lied
To rid my tears and hush my cries
At the end of the day his hands are tied
Would it just be easier if I died?
To float up from the bed I lay on
And travel to whatever’s beyond
One final breath without yearn or long
And all of a sudden the weight is gone.