Good morning,
It's a beautiful day
to romanticize my own death
Good morning,
My brain is doing this
Brand new ****** up thing
And it's hardly 8 AM
I used to know how to float
Now I'm drowning
I used to know how to keep my distance
Now my feet are dangling over the edge
And I have this constant feeling in my stomach
Like I'm already falling
And I'd ask you to talk me down
But we haven't been talking
And I'd ask you to hold my hand
But you can't reach me
From where I've been hiding
I don't know
What it is
About this bed
That's begun to feel
Like a coffin
I drink coffee at night
And pills in the morning
I am tired
But not for a
Lack of sleeping
My dad has a doctorate degree
In civil law
I'm 22 and a freshman
With very little direction
I've been disappointed in myself for so long
But I haven't done much to change it
I thought maybe yoga
Would enlighten me
But I don't like the way
My body looks
When it bends
I thought maybe
A boy could save me
From feeling ugly
But he doesn't like they way
My body looks
When it bends
And he doesn't say it
He doesn't say much at all
But I could tell,
I was born intuitive
And I've been trying
Lately
To shake it
Cause everyone's thoughts
Are cold and painful
And I don't wanna see them
Anymore
I get paid
to bathe people,
to feed them,
to do their laundry,
And to make them smile,
But they still tell me
Right before they fall asleep
At night,
Right before I finally get
To leave them,
That I'm going to Hell
For the pictures in my skin
That I thought I needed
When I got them
I just wanna love something
I just wanna feel loved sometimes
There's a broken heart
on my right bicep
With a banner through it
That reads "myself"
And I'd say it's pretty honest
I've been breaking my own heart
Since I learned how to be
Introspective
When I was eight
I've been breaking my own heart
I just wanna be kind
To myself
And to the boy
Who holds me
And to the friends
Who call me
And to the family
Who supports me
I just wanna be kind
To my mind
And to my body
Show me how
To be decent
I'm so cruel
Anymore