You say I'm running from myself
I guess you're right
Maybe I am
All I know is that the reason
I hear my heartbeat so clearly
Is because my chest is hollow
I am made up of layers
Too many layers
As if my skin
Was preparing to survive
Out in dead winter at the South Pole
I'm annoying
I'm distrustful
I'm stubborn
And I'm doubtful
And secretive
Maybe downright manipulative
But most of all I'm exhausted
Exhausted of the nothingness
That I float around in
Exhausted of everything
That comes and goes
Ensuring chaos
Exhausted of everything and nothing
And all things in between
Exhausted of
living
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
You say I'm running from myself
I guess you're right
Maybe I am
All I know is that the reason
I hear my heartbeat so clearly
Is because my chest is hollow
I am made up of layers
Too many layers
As if my skin
Was preparing to survive
Out in dead winter at the South Pole
I'm annoying
I'm distrustful
I'm stubborn
And I'm doubtful
And secretive
Maybe downright manipulative
But most of all I'm exhausted
Exhausted of the nothingness
That I float around in
Exhausted of everything
That comes and goes
Ensuring chaos
Exhausted of everything and nothing
And all things in between
Exhausted of
living
Too tired to live too important to die, guess the story keeps repeating doesn't it?
(Front page 8/14/17)
