Today is the 29 of June...
I'm having another episode...
Missing my days with an old friend.
I'll just let it slip, like everyday...
Looking left, looking right
close my eyes...
Fighting for years on end.
No longer will I bend...
When I look in the mirror, I think it talks
An empty room filled with silence and clocks...
Hearing voices from shadows inside me;
They tell me I cannot continue to be...
I really don't think that anyone in this world...
Why do we cut?
I know for sure, it doesn't take away the pain...
Argumentative, unreliable, unworthy,
Catastrophic, sums up my life...
I just wanna fly free
free away from me...
Feels so smooth against my worried palm
i keep on rubbing the bright blue lamp...
And so it ends.
In the fallowing days that passed...