Life gets unbearable some days.
Drowning in maroon.
Don't feel myself breathing,
wish i wasn't.
I'm not over the things i said i was.
Not happy with how i am now.
Not capable of a smile
Too afraid to submit to the blade.
Not enough will
Tho get past the safety top of a small bottle,
Too much pessimism to even try,
blinded by the dissapointment crusting my eyes,
Other times a heat builds up so strong its hard to think,
But most of the time it's just a task to speak.
somedays i lay on my bedroom floor creating flicks of light,
Between the blades of a ceiling fan,
As a raspy voice speaks what i cannot.
Screamo