my eyes are open, and everything still moves in slow motion.
you thought about me. you thought about me. maybe i do mean something.
maybe i'm more than nothing. but even so. i'm not a toy. and you toyed with me. my heart. my feelings. my being, my existence. i feel as though. as though i'm weak. i don't speak my mind. and my fists are constantly clenched, closed tight. i let you do this to me. i let you do this to me, and in turn i did this to myself. i know the grass is greener on the other side. i know there is another side, i've seen it, i've been there, atleast i think. i just don't understand why i feel it's impossible to make it there.
i wish i could just lock away my past, in a basement. and throw away the key. because i don't want to share it with anyone. i don't want to dwell any longer. i don't even want to know it's there. what basement? i just want to pick up and go.
i'm not anywhere i should be.
and just when i feel like i'm starting to get somewhere.
you thought about me. you thought about me. maybe i do mean something.
maybe i'm more than nothing. but even so. i'm not a toy. and you toyed with me. my heart. my feelings. my being, my existence. i feel as though. as though i'm weak. i don't speak my mind. and my fists are constantly clenched, closed tight. i let you do this to me. i let you do this to me, and in turn i did this to myself. i know the grass is greener on the other side. i know there is another side, i've seen it, i've been there, atleast i think. i just don't understand why i feel it's impossible to make it there.
i wish i could just lock away my past, in a basement. and throw away the key. because i don't want to share it with anyone. i don't want to dwell any longer. i don't even want to know it's there. what basement? i just want to pick up and go.
i'm not anywhere i should be.
and just when i feel like i'm starting to get somewhere.
it occurs to me that i've just been wondering aimlessly.
in the dark.
alone.
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