i'm a sick stranger
with nothing but rotten thoughts and blackness engulfing me,
i can't describe what i am now,
am i a mess?
at least mess can be cleaned up, but i can't
i threw myself off from above so high
nothing is saving me
and i'm left with my sick sad thoughts
and i am losing hopes of a better day,
i don't need anyone's saving grace,
i've gone in too deep in a volcano
i think i'm a sacrifice for a better day
for someone down below
everyone's leaving,
and i don't feel the same
this is a sick strange world,
and i'm just a sick person living covering up my mess
a sore thumb if anyone really knew what i was,
an unclaimed luggage that no one would look for
this is me
i'm a sick stranger with nothing but unfavorable thoughts
i hurt everyone who shows the littlest bit of love
i'm a sick person
i don't think i can ever be loved