There's a knot in my throat
That fills me with tears that drown me not allowing me to float.
Causing me to lose hope in everything I believed to once be true .
Making me feel like the world's biggest fool.
I've never felt this low.
Contemplating cutting my ears off like Vincent Van Gogh.
Just so I would no longer have to hear those lies .
So I could be free to be the owl who once spread her wings across that starry night sky.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
There's a knot in my throat
That fills me with tears that drown me not allowing me to float.
Causing me to lose hope in everything I believed to once be true .
Making me feel like the world's biggest fool.
I've never felt this low.
Contemplating cutting my ears off like Vincent Van Gogh.
Just so I would no longer have to hear those lies .
So I could be free to be the owl who once spread her wings across that starry night sky.
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