My thoughts drift, recklessly,
Through this broken down mind of mine
I sigh,
Deep breaths remind me I am alive
I close my eyes and look for color,
In this ever gray space
I bow my head and soon, I wonder
What would make this feel okay
This dimly lit room in which
I'm forced to sit,
The room inside my head,
The bottomless pit
I remember I have YOU,
My knight in shining armor
I remember I have love
And my mind starts to wander
What if this was real
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 7:20 PM UTC
My thoughts drift, recklessly,
Through this broken down mind of mine
I sigh,
Deep breaths remind me I am alive
I close my eyes and look for color,
In this ever gray space
I bow my head and soon, I wonder
What would make this feel okay
This dimly lit room in which
I'm forced to sit,
The room inside my head,
The bottomless pit
I remember I have YOU,
My knight in shining armor
I remember I have love
And my mind starts to wander
What if this was real
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