I need the music in my ears to silence all the sickness,
As my mind is falling hard and I cannot tame the darkness.
My heart is breaking from the pressure of life and my spirit is oozing failure as I fumble around listening to the rhythmless tracks of the hallway.
The air is the funk of fourteen-thousand feet and the stink of breath that I usually never notice.
My ears burn with conversations I've never joined and my mind is clouded with the deficiency of balance.
Help Me.
I'm calling out to you.
Help me survive this.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
I need the music in my ears to silence all the sickness,
As my mind is falling hard and I cannot tame the darkness.
My heart is breaking from the pressure of life and my spirit is oozing failure as I fumble around listening to the rhythmless tracks of the hallway.
The air is the funk of fourteen-thousand feet and the stink of breath that I usually never notice.
My ears burn with conversations I've never joined and my mind is clouded with the deficiency of balance.
Help Me.
I'm calling out to you.
Help me survive this.
My phone is messed up and I can't listen to music unless it's on speaker, but I can't fade away from the sickness of high school without headphones and loud music, so I'm literally suffering. I'm more aggressive, I can't joke around, I find myself getting jealous of strangers. I'm literally losing my ******* mind right now.
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