Depression's addiction and air is a drug.Breathing in so my lungs will crumble.I said I'm sorry, yeah, I'm sorry I mumble.Underneath covers, swallowed by the bed.My voice's ganging up on me inside of my head.
Like no.
Finally get the pen, put it to the page dot dot..I know I'm the author but that's all that I've got.Asking, if I let my ink run would it paint my path?Life messed up again, I'm just going to take a bath.
Jumping in puddles to let my paper drown.No use of a pen if I write nothing down.jumping in puddles to let my paper drown.I'm always, always going to drag me down.I know I'm nothing and I'm getting use to the thoughtbut I hate it, I hate me so I guess maybe I'm not.
I'm not much of an author.Put me back in the water.
I'm a pessimistic little piece of sh!t.Optimistically living like "yeah I can't do it".Lower than low I shoot wishes to the sky.Now it's gone, it's out of sight and I ask myself why,why am I here? I should be following that hope.But I'm in hell while it's in heaven so I'm like nope.
Like no.
So many paper cuts on my hands.I want a life but have no plans.Maybe I'll dry out the paper in my book.My weak pages showing as the outside look.
Jumping in puddles to let my paper drown.No use of a pen if I write nothing down.Jumping in puddles to let my paper drown.I'm always, always going to drag me down.I know I'm nothing and I'm getting use to the thought.But I hate it, I hate me so I guess maybe I'm not.
I'm not much of an author.Put me back in the water.
About the Creator
Kyran
I have so much on my mind, I am constantly writing things down. Sometimes it's poems or lyrics and sometimes it's just real talks. But no matter what it is, it's always deep or funny. I always try and keep it pure and honest.
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