I am thinking about leaving
But I am not fucking well
And I don't know how to breathe
I have never been so alone
And I am thinking about leaving
But you are keeping me here
Snap the photos for the scars
Your head is flickering
I have been caught but I cannot live
My skin is so thick
But I am too small for her
This weight is dragging me down
You haven't learnt my ways
And I will take your grief
And your fucking pains
Teach me to stop missing you
I am thinking about dying
But I am not fucking ill
And I am an apparent 'survivor'
What does that mean when you're on the brink?
And I am thinking about dying
But you are keeping me alive
Snap the scars for the photos
Your head is murkier than mine
I am getting off with Death
My skin is so thick
But I am too small for him
This weight is dragging me down
You haven't learnt my ways
And I will take your grief
And your fucking pains
Teach me to stop talking about you
I can feel me twisting
Into your thread
Manipulate me some more
Leave the knife in my chest
I like the pain
My skin is so thick
But I am too small for you
This weight is dragging me down
You haven't learnt my ways
And I will take your grief
And your fucking pains
Teach me to stop this
YOU ARE READING
random writings.
Randoma collection of poetry, lyrics and random pieces of philosophy that have been extracted from my vocabulary.
