some days, I add to my plate, a spoonful of bull and a load of ****
some days, I look in the mirror, disgust clouded my eyes full of doubt
I can't waste another day, slipping through my fingers like the sands of time
Drowning in potential, limit to which mold I can fill it with
face away, don't look at the cracks that fill my certainty
I look back, no regrets, yea right, can only say that cuz it can't be changed
but the only thing I've been doing is knocking on walls
slip and fall, dodging calls, hug the prison I've been living in
open the window, choke on air, be awhile till someone cares
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
some days, I add to my plate, a spoonful of bull and a load of ****
some days, I look in the mirror, disgust clouded my eyes full of doubt
I can't waste another day, slipping through my fingers like the sands of time
Drowning in potential, limit to which mold I can fill it with
face away, don't look at the cracks that fill my certainty
I look back, no regrets, yea right, can only say that cuz it can't be changed
but the only thing I've been doing is knocking on walls
slip and fall, dodging calls, hug the prison I've been living in
open the window, choke on air, be awhile till someone cares