They all claim to love me,
But why then do they act as if they’re above me,
What happens when the boy with the grammy winning grin,
Fails time again and again to listen ,
Will I always feel this way,
Will it ever go away,
Or am I stuck in the prison of my mind,
So far gone there’s not a chance I’ll be signed,
Where do I go when the one I thought would be there,
Claims I’m broken, I can’t be repaired,
When I just need an open ear,
But all I get are silent lonely tears,
When they all come to me in a time of need,
But not one knows how I bleed,
Is there a point in trying,
Or will it just lead to me dying,
Am I overthinking it too much,
Is it too much to ask for a warm touch,
Maybe I’m the problem not them,
All they do is try not to break the stem,
Maybe it’s me,
Maybe I’ll never be free.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
They all claim to love me,
But why then do they act as if they’re above me,
What happens when the boy with the grammy winning grin,
Fails time again and again to listen ,
Will I always feel this way,
Will it ever go away,
Or am I stuck in the prison of my mind,
So far gone there’s not a chance I’ll be signed,
Where do I go when the one I thought would be there,
Claims I’m broken, I can’t be repaired,
When I just need an open ear,
But all I get are silent lonely tears,
When they all come to me in a time of need,
But not one knows how I bleed,
Is there a point in trying,
Or will it just lead to me dying,
Am I overthinking it too much,
Is it too much to ask for a warm touch,
Maybe I’m the problem not them,
All they do is try not to break the stem,
Maybe it’s me,
Maybe I’ll never be free.
holy angst but hope you enjoy
