My head is sore
From dreaming with my eyes open
And floating without leaving the ground
My nose is numb
Often it snows, blue and white
Trying to erase mistakes burned inside my mind,
but it melts too quickly
My throat is singed
From stress-causing stress relievers
And paranoia-producing mental sedatives
My stomach aches
From trying to find myself
But becoming more lost than I have ever been in the process
Reality escapes have become reality
And life has become the terrifying emptiness
occurring when I am too broke to fake-forget my feelings
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
My head is sore
From dreaming with my eyes open
And floating without leaving the ground
My nose is numb
Often it snows, blue and white
Trying to erase mistakes burned inside my mind,
but it melts too quickly
My throat is singed
From stress-causing stress relievers
And paranoia-producing mental sedatives
My stomach aches
From trying to find myself
But becoming more lost than I have ever been in the process
Reality escapes have become reality
And life has become the terrifying emptiness
occurring when I am too broke to fake-forget my feelings
