Listening to the killers
At 12am in attempt to numb my brain
It's normal at this age they say
To become overwhelmed with pain
My head is heavy and dizzy
I've heard that blood will stain
But there's no need to worry
If anything my voice will strain
When I yell at you for being so blind
I feel like a tiny grain
Of sand that you have forgotten about
I write down my thoughts in attempt to refrain
From causing you any inconvenience
Like how the sky opens up and it rains
The windshield wipers on your car barely work
You complain
It's okay, you can't see, you're allowed to
But I feel like I'm going insane
And I need you to try to at least pick up on the signs
That are small. I'm able to maintain
An even smile though.

o.o.