sometimes the words you want to say
get stuck behind your eyes or in your throat
if they even get that far at all
sometimes i lay on the floor and wonder why i can't detach as easily as others
yet i still keep my emotions to myself most of the time
i guess that's what happens when you've been hurt so many times
or maybe that's what happens when you fully expect to be hurt
i've always seen the sun rise on the horizon and locked myself indoors to watch from behind the glass
when i should have stepped beneath the rays to feel the warmth of the light on my skin instead
it's been seven months since i said i wanted to die and i felt that truth vibrate within my soul
i'm learning how to feel the sun again and dance alone and when the dark comes again
i'll let it pass right through
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
sometimes the words you want to say
get stuck behind your eyes or in your throat
if they even get that far at all
sometimes i lay on the floor and wonder why i can't detach as easily as others
yet i still keep my emotions to myself most of the time
i guess that's what happens when you've been hurt so many times
or maybe that's what happens when you fully expect to be hurt
i've always seen the sun rise on the horizon and locked myself indoors to watch from behind the glass
when i should have stepped beneath the rays to feel the warmth of the light on my skin instead
it's been seven months since i said i wanted to die and i felt that truth vibrate within my soul
i'm learning how to feel the sun again and dance alone and when the dark comes again
i'll let it pass right through
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