I would rather be somewhere else,
Rather not feel so 'alive,'
I would rather curl up and die.
Sometimes I am afraid,
But most times I am just tired.
The world doesn't seem like my place,
I quite tired of this chase,
I no longer wish to find myself.
The body that I was placed in is now hollow.
I am shallow, after all I am a human being,
Not able to sympathies anymore can only play the role of 'me,'
No longer sweet, or the gently soul that everyone knows.
I wouldn't rather be a other,
I can never fix myself into this world,
So its best if I slowly lose myself and leave.
I'd rather fall into a deep sleep and continue dreaming.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
I would rather be somewhere else,
Rather not feel so 'alive,'
I would rather curl up and die.
Sometimes I am afraid,
But most times I am just tired.
The world doesn't seem like my place,
I quite tired of this chase,
I no longer wish to find myself.
The body that I was placed in is now hollow.
I am shallow, after all I am a human being,
Not able to sympathies anymore can only play the role of 'me,'
No longer sweet, or the gently soul that everyone knows.
I wouldn't rather be a other,
I can never fix myself into this world,
So its best if I slowly lose myself and leave.
I'd rather fall into a deep sleep and continue dreaming.
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