I have problems.
I can't sleep at night and,
no one's really ever here for me.
Or at least it feels that way.
I mean, isn't that right? In the end it's just you.
Doesn't matter how many friends you tend to cling to,
Because the waves of reality are always shifting,
No matter what the tendency.
My parents ignore me,
and my friends avoid me,
Am I really the only one who feels this way?
It's as if I have to strain to sleep now a days.
Because so many problems stray in my mind,
I wish I could somehow change the time.
But that's not my choice,
I've been placed here inevitably,
The space I have to breathe intoxicates me.
I'm so sick of being here most days.
I dream rather often about running away.
My parents must be blind,
to not realise how stressful the way that act toward me can be.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
I have problems.
I can't sleep at night and,
no one's really ever here for me.
Or at least it feels that way.
I mean, isn't that right? In the end it's just you.
Doesn't matter how many friends you tend to cling to,
Because the waves of reality are always shifting,
No matter what the tendency.
My parents ignore me,
and my friends avoid me,
Am I really the only one who feels this way?
It's as if I have to strain to sleep now a days.
Because so many problems stray in my mind,
I wish I could somehow change the time.
But that's not my choice,
I've been placed here inevitably,
The space I have to breathe intoxicates me.
I'm so sick of being here most days.
I dream rather often about running away.
My parents must be blind,
to not realise how stressful the way that act toward me can be.
