Confusion is soaring and my brain
I can't help but feel that I am going insane
The things I want, the things I need
The things I pray for, are never meant to be
Feeling empty inside
Darkness surrounding me
Not a noise, not a whisper
Nothing here to see
Dropping to my knees, hands covering my eyes
Wanting to sleep, wanting to dream
Wishing that things were not the way the seem
They hug you and say they love you
That's a lie
They say it's going to be okay
But I still want to cry
Ashamed of what I am
Never wanting to see that face in the mirror again
Staring back at me with disgust
Telling me I'm not worth much
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
Confusion is soaring and my brain
I can't help but feel that I am going insane
The things I want, the things I need
The things I pray for, are never meant to be
Feeling empty inside
Darkness surrounding me
Not a noise, not a whisper
Nothing here to see
Dropping to my knees, hands covering my eyes
Wanting to sleep, wanting to dream
Wishing that things were not the way the seem
They hug you and say they love you
That's a lie
They say it's going to be okay
But I still want to cry
Ashamed of what I am
Never wanting to see that face in the mirror again
Staring back at me with disgust
Telling me I'm not worth much
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