My mind feels like a space
Between a time and a place
That I can't quite figure out.
Can you trust me with your thoughts?
With the sadness and battles you've fought?
Please don't label me a stranger.
In solitude I question and mourn
All the promises they did sworn
I miss the blissful ignorance.
No one mentioned that the race of life
Is ran across a rusty steel knife
Over an abyss of closed eyes.
The bruising scars on my body
Have meaning in all they taught me
Although I've never quite liked purple.
I can't seem to start crying
I lose hope in even trying
But I fear my organs will all drown.
In the graveyard I play
Carelessly wasting the day
While standing in a six foot pit.
The mirror offers no kind words
They're the cruelst I've ever heard
Her voice is ever so familiar.
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 8:19 AM UTC
My mind feels like a space
Between a time and a place
That I can't quite figure out.
Can you trust me with your thoughts?
With the sadness and battles you've fought?
Please don't label me a stranger.
In solitude I question and mourn
All the promises they did sworn
I miss the blissful ignorance.
No one mentioned that the race of life
Is ran across a rusty steel knife
Over an abyss of closed eyes.
The bruising scars on my body
Have meaning in all they taught me
Although I've never quite liked purple.
I can't seem to start crying
I lose hope in even trying
But I fear my organs will all drown.
In the graveyard I play
Carelessly wasting the day
While standing in a six foot pit.
The mirror offers no kind words
They're the cruelst I've ever heard
Her voice is ever so familiar.
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