I still fight;
yet I still cry at night.
I still sing a lullaby;
yet I still want to die.
I still bleed some ink;
'cause I still overthink.
I still feel like an elf;
for I still doubt myself.
I still am pale;
for I still can fail.
I still cause heartaches;
for I still make mistakes.
I still enjoy this tone;
but I still feel alone.
I still fill my bed with squares;
'cause I still have nightmares.
I still swim through rhymes;
yet I still drown sometimes.
I still want to hold you, dear;
because, honey, I still fear.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 6:13 AM UTC
I still fight;
yet I still cry at night.
I still sing a lullaby;
yet I still want to die.
I still bleed some ink;
'cause I still overthink.
I still feel like an elf;
for I still doubt myself.
I still am pale;
for I still can fail.
I still cause heartaches;
for I still make mistakes.
I still enjoy this tone;
but I still feel alone.
I still fill my bed with squares;
'cause I still have nightmares.
I still swim through rhymes;
yet I still drown sometimes.
I still want to hold you, dear;
because, honey, I still fear.
