I wake in the middle of the night and there's not enough air to fill my lungs
I can see the calm but it's too far away
There's enough noise in my head to wake the neighborhood
Scream into my pillow, I'm sure it's traumatized by now
Put my headphones on and force myself to sleep
I wake in the middle of the morning it's like it never happened
There's air in the room
My music is louder than the noise
Being sad is only for the dark of my room
My personality isn't fit for depression
I'm not that girl
I have too many hobbies to be so sad so I just decided to stop
Tears are for pillows
Crying is for your bed
Because you're too happy to be sad
It's. Not. You.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
I wake in the middle of the night and there's not enough air to fill my lungs
I can see the calm but it's too far away
There's enough noise in my head to wake the neighborhood
Scream into my pillow, I'm sure it's traumatized by now
Put my headphones on and force myself to sleep
I wake in the middle of the morning it's like it never happened
There's air in the room
My music is louder than the noise
Being sad is only for the dark of my room
My personality isn't fit for depression
I'm not that girl
I have too many hobbies to be so sad so I just decided to stop
Tears are for pillows
Crying is for your bed
Because you're too happy to be sad
It's. Not. You.