Waves are crashing in my lungs; You ask what’s for dinner
I curl up next to you even though my skin itches to the touch
And watch as you subconsciously turn over, never realizing
Hearing my voice echo across hollow ears as I say I don’t feel well
And an answer back to get some sleep, just need some sleep
I crumple to the ground, no energy left to move unless its for harm
The pressure not to collapse; as it’s already in motion clouds my head
Then the anger; the façade not redeemable and you hurt in the process
Crashing through trees desperate to escape the hurt you’ve sent careening after me
Finally I come back and tell you I’m sorry for hurting you, and I mean it
I just don’t think you should’ve ever been hurt by it
Why do you not see me? Why do you not care?
Are you so blind by your own problem? Am I by my own?
Can you not see why I question your love for me?
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Waves are crashing in my lungs; You ask what’s for dinner
I curl up next to you even though my skin itches to the touch
And watch as you subconsciously turn over, never realizing
Hearing my voice echo across hollow ears as I say I don’t feel well
And an answer back to get some sleep, just need some sleep
I crumple to the ground, no energy left to move unless its for harm
The pressure not to collapse; as it’s already in motion clouds my head
Then the anger; the façade not redeemable and you hurt in the process
Crashing through trees desperate to escape the hurt you’ve sent careening after me
Finally I come back and tell you I’m sorry for hurting you, and I mean it
I just don’t think you should’ve ever been hurt by it
Why do you not see me? Why do you not care?
Are you so blind by your own problem? Am I by my own?
Can you not see why I question your love for me?
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