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.