Good morning, It's a beautiful day to romanticize my own death
Good morning, My brain is doing this Brand new ****** up thing And it's hardly 8 AM
I used to know how to float Now I'm drowning
I used to know how to keep my distance Now my feet are dangling over the edge
And I have this constant feeling in my stomach Like I'm already falling
And I'd ask you to talk me down But we haven't been talking
And I'd ask you to hold my hand But you can't reach me From where I've been hiding
I don't know What it is About this bed That's begun to feel Like a coffin
I drink coffee at night And pills in the morning
I am tired But not for a Lack of sleeping
My dad has a doctorate degree In civil law
I'm 22 and a freshman With very little direction
I've been disappointed in myself for so long But I haven't done much to change it
I thought maybe yoga Would enlighten me But I don't like the way My body looks When it bends
I thought maybe A boy could save me From feeling ugly But he doesn't like they way My body looks When it bends
And he doesn't say it
He doesn't say much at all
But I could tell,
I was born intuitive
And I've been trying Lately To shake it
Cause everyone's thoughts Are cold and painful
And I don't wanna see them Anymore
I get paid to bathe people, to feed them, to do their laundry, And to make them smile, But they still tell me Right before they fall asleep At night, Right before I finally get To leave them, That I'm going to Hell For the pictures in my skin That I thought I needed When I got them
I just wanna love something
I just wanna feel loved sometimes
There's a broken heart on my right bicep With a banner through it That reads "myself" And I'd say it's pretty honest
I've been breaking my own heart Since I learned how to be Introspective When I was eight
I've been breaking my own heart
I just wanna be kind To myself And to the boy Who holds me And to the friends Who call me And to the family Who supports me