The thought of dying
occupies my mind too often
I'm not okay
The place we go to when we fall asleep
let me stay there forever, please
Because I'm not okay
In the waking hours, I stumble
around in a world of make-believe
I'm still not okay
The darkness is cold but kind
it offers me a place to hide
Can I be okay?
I'm floating around in a straitjacket
on the edge of the universe
I'll never be okay
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
The thought of dying
occupies my mind too often
I'm not okay
The place we go to when we fall asleep
let me stay there forever, please
Because I'm not okay
In the waking hours, I stumble
around in a world of make-believe
I'm still not okay
The darkness is cold but kind
it offers me a place to hide
Can I be okay?
I'm floating around in a straitjacket
on the edge of the universe
I'll never be okay
