Pink and spotted, I’m vibrant but childish
I see the same bed, whether it be made or a mess...
I know you are not worth my thoughts or pain,
but there is always a shadow of you that remains...
The mirror inside of me has two different faces,
each shard of glass holding a story of my life...
People always question “where is the love?”
but isn't that up to you to decide...
Glad I had eight hours of sleep from a rough...
Enough energy to jump on my motorbike...
Gasping, needing air
Grasping, but nothing's there...
Behind these walls strikes lightning;
space so calm, silence inviting...
I'm in bed all day/
I got nothing to say...
The stress the strain has overtaken him.
Scared to look in the mirror to see who he has...
would you fix my greave
with your glue...
The voices ,comes
because they know we are lonely...
Feeling like a failure,
Perceived as a freak...