A cinder block resides where my brain used to function
It seems as though my thoughts have shrunken
It weighs me down and forces out tears that i try to restrain,
But my brain is concrete and my eyelids are feathers,
Far too weak to hold anything back
Pushing, pushing, pushing
Exerting all the pressure it can
I silently let the streams run free,
Hoping no one notices
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
A cinder block resides where my brain used to function
It seems as though my thoughts have shrunken
It weighs me down and forces out tears that i try to restrain,
But my brain is concrete and my eyelids are feathers,
Far too weak to hold anything back
Pushing, pushing, pushing
Exerting all the pressure it can
I silently let the streams run free,
Hoping no one notices
