Burning
My mother told me not to smoke
For there to be smoke there is a fire
Fire burns
Mommy Im burning
Waking up in the morning is just another chore
My brain is going dull
These days my heart feels cold
But somehow the warmth emitting from my chest is still warmer than the place im suppost to call home
See words no longer did the trick for me
And i got sick of swallowing my insecurities with pills
My heart craved something a little stronger
And when i found it my thoughts were no longer allowed to wander
Iv embraced pillows of smoke
Afterwards hoping my mind would'nt
Become too dependent on a 15 minute choke
And all i smell is buring
When somethings burning theres
A fire where theres a fire you find smoke
My eyes are clouded by smoke
Pretecting me from what i dont want to see sheilding my eyes so you can never guess what i am thinking
And I know you would dissaprove but
No ever gave me much proof that
Things will get better
Well im tired of waiting for things to get better when i can momentarily
Kill the memories making life worst
Countless nights on this blood stained carpet have never been as comfortable as tonight
When being pushed down by expectations and the only motivation to get out of these unreasonable situations is knowing
That some of us dont have time to die because
People count on us to survive and sometimes that isnt even enough to put my demons to sleep
Only after the fourth sleepless night did i relise that hell was living inside of me
So im sorry but this isnt just a stage and this is also nothing new
Its just that lately Iv been wondering
Am i really that great an actor in front of you
Or do you simply turn your eyes and tune your ears so that you can sleep at night
But in truth im glad you cannot see through my a facade
Even i cant stand the sight of the me who looks broken
Of the girl who loved and love slowly died
And became the crison gold dripping from her veins
The tears in her eyes
And i said i was sorry not to you but to me
Because see this was never in the plans to begin with
But iv been feeling dead lately
Been looking far to long for a place to lay my head lately
And i guess thats why shisha has been the new topic of most of my conversations lately
Often followed by a simple
IM BURNING
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