The voices in my head
The voices that always say
That I'm not good enough
That I'm not capable of love
That i'm ****** to be hurt
Bleed to death
Keeps getting louder
And louder
and LOUDER
UNTIL I HAVE TO SCREAM
TO TALK AND COAX MYSELF.
Each time I think
I had the best, the better of me
They keep coming at me
Throwing shades
Making me feels small
Like I'm not enough
Like I'm not going to make it
You say that it's in my head
But i feel them in my bones
You say that I am okay
But I cry myself to sleep
You say I'm happy
When i'm holding in the tears
You say I'm going to breakthrough
But all I see is a quick exit
Nothingness taste bitter
And the suffering is getting sweeter
Life is getting saltier
And daylight is going sour.
And here i am
Stuck in the endless cycle
Of self pity and euphoria.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
The voices in my head
The voices that always say
That I'm not good enough
That I'm not capable of love
That i'm ****** to be hurt
Bleed to death
Keeps getting louder
And louder
and LOUDER
UNTIL I HAVE TO SCREAM
TO TALK AND COAX MYSELF.
Each time I think
I had the best, the better of me
They keep coming at me
Throwing shades
Making me feels small
Like I'm not enough
Like I'm not going to make it
You say that it's in my head
But i feel them in my bones
You say that I am okay
But I cry myself to sleep
You say I'm happy
When i'm holding in the tears
You say I'm going to breakthrough
But all I see is a quick exit
Nothingness taste bitter
And the suffering is getting sweeter
Life is getting saltier
And daylight is going sour.
And here i am
Stuck in the endless cycle
Of self pity and euphoria.
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