I get weak
From lack of sleep
Or desire to eat
Or this keep
On holding on
Mentality of mine
Washed in brine
I'd just as soon
Drown than tell you
You're the moon
But who am I?
Insignificant
To you
In your eyes
To judge you
And your cold
Sadistic logic
Cut me off
Walk away
Leave me be
Leave my brain.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
I get weak
From lack of sleep
Or desire to eat
Or this keep
On holding on
Mentality of mine
Washed in brine
I'd just as soon
Drown than tell you
You're the moon
But who am I?
Insignificant
To you
In your eyes
To judge you
And your cold
Sadistic logic
Cut me off
Walk away
Leave me be
Leave my brain.
I generally write for fun or as another outlet when I'm upset. This was written in high school when a very close friend of mine decided I wasn't someone she wanted around.
