meaningless thoughts and empty words.
bright cutting light that hurts.
who's a goldfish gasping for air?
me with the bees knotted in her hair.
a zombie with a caffeinated twitch
skin a battlefield, a nervous itch.
I am a frustrated squiggle.
with a rusty heart forcing mad giggles.
who's pushing their opinions on me?
because, i can barely see.
why does anyone even care?
When i'm just a bag of dead air?
i just really need some rest.
maybe then, i can be my best.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC
meaningless thoughts and empty words.
bright cutting light that hurts.
who's a goldfish gasping for air?
me with the bees knotted in her hair.
a zombie with a caffeinated twitch
skin a battlefield, a nervous itch.
I am a frustrated squiggle.
with a rusty heart forcing mad giggles.
who's pushing their opinions on me?
because, i can barely see.
why does anyone even care?
When i'm just a bag of dead air?
i just really need some rest.
maybe then, i can be my best.
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