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Mar 2018
I’m going to eat myself alive
When I’m tired I get hungry
I wish I had the power
To turn myself off and sleep

It’s exhausting to think
They’re mutually exclusive—
Being happy
And being alive

I know in the back
Of my mind
That I--
I’ll be alright
But nothing makes me happy like it used to
Not even writing
Not even you

Ooh

I am going to scream
At the top of my lungs
Burn down the neighborhood
For a little bit of fun

I’ll shave my head
So I can feel the breeze
Hear the city and know
How it feels to live with ease

I know in the back
Of my mind
That I--
I’ll be alright
But nothing makes me happy like it used to
Not even writing
Not even you
It makes me angry, I don’t understand
How to grow up
Without following a plan

I’ve never been so afraid
I’ve never had so much to lose
I’ve been told I have potential
But how can I put that to use

Math will only take me so far
High school won’t teach me how to live
I am so much more—
I AM SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS
I don't sing but I wrote a song(?)
28.3.18
Written by
Emily Hancock
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