my lips have been glued,
my hands have been tied.
i'm told to keep quiet,
but would it matter if i died?
everyone wants me to forget,
to move on like it's easy.
but that's not how it works,
can anyone even see me?
i went through a hell
so deep and real.
why can't anyone grasp,
that perhaps i need help to heal?
**** everyone,
**** what they think.
they are all the reason
i need drugs to sleep.
i never asked for my life
to become this dark.
i used to be so alive,
now, every day, i fall apart.
something is missing,
although it's not him.
he can't replace what i once felt,
my heart will never win.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
my lips have been glued,
my hands have been tied.
i'm told to keep quiet,
but would it matter if i died?
everyone wants me to forget,
to move on like it's easy.
but that's not how it works,
can anyone even see me?
i went through a hell
so deep and real.
why can't anyone grasp,
that perhaps i need help to heal?
**** everyone,
**** what they think.
they are all the reason
i need drugs to sleep.
i never asked for my life
to become this dark.
i used to be so alive,
now, every day, i fall apart.
something is missing,
although it's not him.
he can't replace what i once felt,
my heart will never win.
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