the bottom
sleep deprived
laying here
my hair gets stuck in my tears
and I've made a tent of my covers
it holds me better than any lover
head phones in
world shut out
I only want to scream and shout
and I need to leave
I'm suffocated
why do I always feel so hated
can't breathe
music blasts
the only peace that ever lasts
and I'm at a loss for any words
because nothing I say is ever heard
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