I’m a husk of anxiety and stress, my bones made of Celexa, my mind of insecurity
My eyes are made of black dyes, my teeth of financial dread
I rise each day with a curve in my spine, and weight upon my feet
But I am here, still going
I may be exhausted, but I’m still going
My will made of coal, always burning, never surrendering
I breathe sarin, and exhale carbon monoxide
But I’m still going
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
I’m a husk of anxiety and stress, my bones made of Celexa, my mind of insecurity
My eyes are made of black dyes, my teeth of financial dread
I rise each day with a curve in my spine, and weight upon my feet
But I am here, still going
I may be exhausted, but I’m still going
My will made of coal, always burning, never surrendering
I breathe sarin, and exhale carbon monoxide
But I’m still going
