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Restless
I cried on the bathroom floor
Before walking over
The walls were so close
And I was so close
to dissapearing anywhere else
If I made it out alive
Distancing myself from my own bedroom
I have no where to call my own
I have nothing sometimes
And other times I know I’m lying
I cried in your bedroom by myself
In my bedroom with everyone else
In bathroom after bathroom
And the hallway outside of your door
And I’m tired of crying too
And I’m tired of a lot of things
To be the opposite of restless
To be anything but what I am
Sometimes I think I will grow old without any one
A lot of times I think that
Because if not you
Then who?
Before walking over
The walls were so close
And I was so close
to dissapearing anywhere else
If I made it out alive
Distancing myself from my own bedroom
I have no where to call my own
I have nothing sometimes
And other times I know I’m lying
I cried in your bedroom by myself
In my bedroom with everyone else
In bathroom after bathroom
And the hallway outside of your door
And I’m tired of crying too
And I’m tired of a lot of things
To be the opposite of restless
To be anything but what I am
Sometimes I think I will grow old without any one
A lot of times I think that
Because if not you
Then who?
Published 14th Feb 2018
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22nd Feb 2018 4:42pm
Overall this write makes me think of the looming thought of growing old, dying alone.
who will take care of us when we're sick;mentally or physically.will anyone care when we're dead,mourn us,bring flowers to the disposal site.
life i feel should be enjoyed,or at least the attempt. it can be hard to put ones self out there,to be vulnerable;fighting OCD,depression tendencies,suicidal thoughts,etc.
taking the step to let someone hold us when we're on that bathroom floor crying, because everyone deserves to be loved.
well penned usernames_r_lame
who will take care of us when we're sick;mentally or physically.will anyone care when we're dead,mourn us,bring flowers to the disposal site.
life i feel should be enjoyed,or at least the attempt. it can be hard to put ones self out there,to be vulnerable;fighting OCD,depression tendencies,suicidal thoughts,etc.
taking the step to let someone hold us when we're on that bathroom floor crying, because everyone deserves to be loved.
well penned usernames_r_lame
