These wounds are never healing
My soul is always bleeding
But I don’t think I know how to breathe.
Inhale, the air is foreign to my lungs.
Exhale, but there is nothing left inside.
Waking up isn’t easy to do,
When all you look forward to,
Is going back to bed.
Waking up, it kills me everyday.
All that I look forward to,
Is seeing your happy face.
But you’re never happy to see me,
You’re only happy to see me leave.
Well so what?
Who cares?
If I’m not good enough already
Then you’re not worthy of my time.
I’m out of happy pills,
Would you please buy me more?
I don’t really need to take them,
But I would rather over dose
Before wanting to share your company.
I’m heading to my house,
Because I don’t have a home.
I have no place to call my own.
And I’ve done nothing worth doing.
I’ve accomplished nothing.
I’m so far away, yet I’m still in your way.
Blame me, you always have.
But you’re just a bag of vibes.
So push them at someone else.