*I haven’t been this kind of empty before.
My thoughts are speeding through my mind,
Passing through and never comes back.
I can’t escape the feeling of addiction,
I want more and more to get away from it all.
Reality is my worst nightmare.
Everytime I wake up
I wanna go back to sleep,
Begging to never wake up again.
I’m stuck,
I got nowhere to go.
I want to stay.
I want to disappear.
I want the good things,
The things that keep my mind occupied from the bad thoughts.
I’m in the middle of chaos,
Between body and mind.*
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
*I haven’t been this kind of empty before.
My thoughts are speeding through my mind,
Passing through and never comes back.
I can’t escape the feeling of addiction,
I want more and more to get away from it all.
Reality is my worst nightmare.
Everytime I wake up
I wanna go back to sleep,
Begging to never wake up again.
I’m stuck,
I got nowhere to go.
I want to stay.
I want to disappear.
I want the good things,
The things that keep my mind occupied from the bad thoughts.
I’m in the middle of chaos,
Between body and mind.*
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