nowhere to go
I have nowhere to
go
and i lie here
my eyes watery
in my narrow bed
my hands turning red
i am so tired
of living
every day, every week
is this even living ?
feels more like dying piece by piece
friends, family, lovers all out of reach
why can't they hear what i cannot speak
not sure i want my words to fall into their ears
not sure i want them to see my lips moving
yet i need someone to hug and kiss
maybe it is why i keep calling
how can you mouth your feelings
how can you make them so real
maybe should i keep them inside
we all know i will even though i've tried
to let them out
but i do not want them out
i do not want them in
that is why i keep writing
