I don't feel like being poetic but I feel the need to write
Like shades and tints we're dark and light
I'm trying to shine while attempting to hide
This feeling is draining me
Trading my ups for downs and shoving me under
It's exhausting down here
Not that fighting for air but clearly suffocating
Can you hear me
Implied punctuations that are rarely displayed
I'd rather stop and go then direct
So inhale, exhale
I'm running out of things to tell you
Bare with me
This is ****** at its finest
Stripping away my attempts at acceptance
I wish my arms were long enough to reach
Every now and again I notice there's a lot here about me
I wonder if this sheet is too trasparent
Suddenly realizing I'm always running
Maybe we can go for a jog
I guess this is more poetic
I had to write something before these words caught me
Playing hang man with my keyboard
I'm so tired . . .
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 5:51 PM UTC
I don't feel like being poetic but I feel the need to write
Like shades and tints we're dark and light
I'm trying to shine while attempting to hide
This feeling is draining me
Trading my ups for downs and shoving me under
It's exhausting down here
Not that fighting for air but clearly suffocating
Can you hear me
Implied punctuations that are rarely displayed
I'd rather stop and go then direct
So inhale, exhale
I'm running out of things to tell you
Bare with me
This is ****** at its finest
Stripping away my attempts at acceptance
I wish my arms were long enough to reach
Every now and again I notice there's a lot here about me
I wonder if this sheet is too trasparent
Suddenly realizing I'm always running
Maybe we can go for a jog
I guess this is more poetic
I had to write something before these words caught me
Playing hang man with my keyboard
I'm so tired . . .