I'm lying on my bed
With unleashed thoughts in my mind...
They might find this crumpled up paper
sleeping on the floor because these words...
The time it was; 7pm,
People are asking 'what happened then...
Ever since your voice dispersed my thoughts,
remolding them to fit your desires...
Depression is running through my head,
These thoughts make me think of death...
If I did it tonight would anyone notice
Would my absence of presence make a difference...
So many mistakes made
In such a short life...
A conversation with myself.
Hollow phrases that scare me...
I blame myself for trusting you
when the warnings were all there...
Saffie scared,
scared of talking...
What do you do when you've had enough?
When you're so tired of being tough...
Tired of the constant irreversible pounding
The surf of my thoughts...