Squinting eyes in the pale sunlight
Does not give me the freedom to know that I'm warm
Loud noises and bitter drinks
Make me numb but not happy
Because knowing that hole is still there,
That void that I cannot bare,
Is waiting to be full of something I'm afraid others cannot digest.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Squinting eyes in the pale sunlight
Does not give me the freedom to know that I'm warm
Loud noises and bitter drinks
Make me numb but not happy
Because knowing that hole is still there,
That void that I cannot bare,
Is waiting to be full of something I'm afraid others cannot digest.
