There are nights I lie in bed,
Staring at the ceiling, covers up to my chin...
The days blend together,
merging into weeks and months...
I will not kill myself,
I said to the little boy...
I had a dream that my parents actually cared for...
That they loved me and held me in there arms and...
I try
to keep myself...
Stuck in the eye of the storm.
These walls built from wind keeping me trapped in...
Breathing doesn’t come easy anymore
I choke on this air, we just don’t mix...
Lately,
Love has been knocking on my door...
I am not
okay...
Blank, was the name.
No emotions, no name...
My life in darkness
it's almost like clockwork...
I'm a wanderer.
From one room...