Dry leaves crunch under my feet as I walk
It’s been too long since I’ve tried to talk
My sorrow sits on the tip of my tongue
I keep my worries trapped inside my lungs

The air tastes sour and smells like bitters
My head is hollow but one thought litters
My veins ache and my skin crawls
Close my eyes, I’ll fall, if sit down, I’ll bawl

My ears ring on the same noisy Sunday
For a ghost instead of shadow on Monday
I’m blocking the sun and burning my arm
It trembles, it shakes, it works like a charm

Knowing I’m lying through my rotting teeth
Wearing a smile with a smirk underneath
Father and mother a perplexed expression
Sister surprised with a gradual depression

I’m sorry I’m sorry for hurting myself
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m not in good health
I’m working I’m working on starting anew
I’m working I’m working on pulling through