disappointing morning, i woke up to find that i survived another night some would call me foolish to feel betrayed by my own waking eyes but i could sense what was coming next, the flames of death that burn inside me with every breath and every step, i'm left to waste away in silence
but i'm not trying to bring you down and i don't mean to complain but sometimes i wish you could understand our days together are not the same
nobody cares, nobody hears when you're screaming in the dark when you're drowning in your tears nobody's there no one appears you're just left alone in your empty home to sail on through the years
though the weather may be great today you and i are feeling different ways though the sun may shine and the grass is green on the inside all i can do is scream and i'm well aware that you can't relate you remind me with every word you say and i know you only want to help but I still just want to **** myself
and i'm not trying to bring you down and i don't mean to complain but sometimes i wish you could understand our days together are not the same our days together are not the same
nobody cares, nobody hears when you're screaming in the dark when you're drowning in your tears nobody's there no one appears you're just left alone in your empty home to sail on through the years
today is my last chance to join the 27 club will i decide to make it, or throw it all away for love?
Wrote this just now, in a state of profound depression triggered by waking up on the last and final day before my 28th birthday.