I feel like I am falling apart.
Planned
Descent
Into madness
Not planned by me,
But send
Into my life
By society.
I’m broken.
I am being broken.
Parts of me
Picked and parted
Away from me.
Not allowing me
To be myself
Won’t release me.
Won’t set you free.
Panic attacks get the best of me.
All the attention right on what I feel.
It’ll bleed me dry and still I won’t scream.
I feel like I am falling apart
And I am meant to.
You want me to not to be equal
And exist like you do.
We all know.
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