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.
but I don’t want to be like that again,
stuck within the prison that lives in my own goddamn head.