It's 2 AM and I don't give a f***
If I ever see the sun again.
How long has it been since I could find the words to say exactly what I meant.
What do I even mean anymore? I can't rememeber the last time
I've been able to look myself in the face and explain my thoughts or my actions.
Air escapes now lacking passion. Speak for days without saying a word.
But my blood still boils beneath my skin to be put down by apathy.
In time I will count my failures in terms of closets boarded shut.
These sealed up boxes are piling up.
This poetry buries itself inside of me
For fear of being understood.
These pictures cut once.
Sting until they are done. Never again.
If I ever see the sun again.
How long has it been since I could find the words to say exactly what I meant.
What do I even mean anymore? I can't rememeber the last time
I've been able to look myself in the face and explain my thoughts or my actions.
Air escapes now lacking passion. Speak for days without saying a word.
But my blood still boils beneath my skin to be put down by apathy.
In time I will count my failures in terms of closets boarded shut.
These sealed up boxes are piling up.
This poetry buries itself inside of me
For fear of being understood.
These pictures cut once.
Sting until they are done. Never again.