it's been hard to get myself to do anything but stare into the emptiness
my body is made of concrete
and my mind of cotton
my heart has been broken open once again
only by the will of my own differences
slice me down into my bitter sleep
where I meet demons through my eyelids
ive been cursing the wire mesh
blaming the cuts and time for my own confusion
no one wants to admit
we'd all rather lay in the sand
im a beach ball that deflated
and was left on the side of the road
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
it's been hard to get myself to do anything but stare into the emptiness
my body is made of concrete
and my mind of cotton
my heart has been broken open once again
only by the will of my own differences
slice me down into my bitter sleep
where I meet demons through my eyelids
ive been cursing the wire mesh
blaming the cuts and time for my own confusion
no one wants to admit
we'd all rather lay in the sand
im a beach ball that deflated
and was left on the side of the road
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