I want to scream that I'm not fine at all
but talking about myself
feels like a weight that no one wants
I'm blind inside this never-ending fog,
that stole my words,
my favourite chords and drove me home,
the place I used to longI want to run and lose my breath
and soak in sweat until the sun is gone
and all I know about this world
will start and end with dusk and dawn
because it seems like such a shame
to find my solace in the name
of oblivioncause lately it's become the only way
to persuade myself I have
the right to feel okay
"It doesn't matter what you said
and how you looked cause no one will remember you some day
We're all dying anyway"I want to catch the ball, and take a fall
and cry until my eyes are red
I want to be tucked into bed,
before the poison hits my head
because it seems like such a shame
to find my solace in the name
of oblivionBecause I want to matter to you
and I want to matter to me
And I want to find my peace
knowing that you will remember me
and I want to depend on you
the way I depend on me
and be your friend without
feeling like a liabilityI want to matter to you
I want to depend on you
Because it seems like such a shame
to find my solace in the name
of oblivionI want to be part of the memory
that won't let you let it go
and I want to think back to right now
next time I'm hitting all time low
because it seems like such a shame
to find my solace in the name
of oblivion
oblivion
oblivion
oblivion
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Songs from the heart
PoetryThese are songs from the heart of a girl who tried to express herself through music, defeat depression, and set herself free.