THE TRUTH
Time to face the truth
I’m a mess
It’s 4:17 and I’m a mess
I’m tired but can’t sleep
I just want to lay in bed
Lay and stay in bed
There is a part of me that wants to run
Run and keep running
Till a fire grows in my lungs and can’t breathe
But the voice of loss screams
I’m at a loss in life
Everything’s just too loud
I just want to sleep
When everything just disappears
When I just disappear
I want for people to see what I see and leave
It’s like I’m falling and there is no way to stop it
For when eventually fall and hit the ground.
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