Light up the sky like you light up your own mind.

It would be a much better use of your time.

But I’m a mess trapped within,

a goddamn hurricane underneath my own skin.

and I’m falling, and fading,

faster than I thought I would,

trying to be, and think and feel,

the way I think I should.

My thoughts are  like poison,

my mind won’t listen.

A volcano waiting to blow.

rooms spinning,

voices fading,

lights blinding,

but I don’t want to be like that again,

stuck within the prison that lives in my own goddamn head.



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