Head
- By Cecelia
- Jan 24, 2021
- 1 min read
Spend a second in my head
I want you to feel all my dread
I want you to do the things that I did
And I want to see you make it out less morbid
I want you to know who I’ve become
I want you to see that I am stupid and dumb
I am not the person you knew
And I am certainly not you
I am not the you,
With perfect straight As up the ass
I am the me
Who fears the day I might not pass
I am not the you
Who enjoyed running and moving about
I am the me
That feels stuck even more when I’m out
I am not the you,
Who didn't know stress when they were young
I am the me,
That is fed up with not being able to use my tongue
I wish you could realize there's a storm inside
That the calm and joy you saw had lied
It’s always there, never quitting its terrible festering
I wish you could see it, maybe then you’d stop pestering
I swear to the lord and all the way to hell
I’m struggling more than you can ever tell
I’ll smile and laugh and do my best
But when does my mind finally get to rest
Don’t talk to me like you understand
Don’t act like I hold my heart out on my hand
It’s been ages since I’ve been the person I was
So stop acting like you know, or I'll bare my claws
I am not the me that I once knew.
I wish I could go back, trust me, I do.
But Instead I’ll sit here with all my dread
And Spend an eternity in my head.
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