neverwas
Bluelighter
this isnt bout what/who you will think it is.
theres a lump growing bigger
its lodged inside my throat.
i try to sip my tea and think happy thoughts.
i try to think positive
and smile and give myself a fake nod.
sitting here a hundred thoughts in my head.
how i cant do anything right.
how everything i try to do,
turns to shit in my hands.
but everything seems so fake right now.
how can i hold on to something that was never there?
an emptyness grows with the lump,
that gets bigger in my throat.
i want something solid.
i want what was never there...
i want it to stop
i want to will it all away.
but if i show the tears it brings
they all will laugh
you're not cut out for this. you're not even right.
id rather die, than live another day.
white flag goes up...
surrender and die.
give up the fight.
i cried the other day because i felt lonely.
i cried the other night because i was happy.
my cup of tea is going cold right now.
im crying because to you,
i am nothing...
everything seems to backfire,
in one way or certainly in another.
im always strong for everyone else.
but to war again?
my solidier can not march on.
so she builds a wall firmly around her.
to keep out the ones whom said they would never hurt her.
repatition
routine
it always ends the same.
with something good,
always follows something bad...
with something beautiful...
something insaine.
theres a lump growing bigger
its lodged inside my throat.
i try to sip my tea and think happy thoughts.
i try to think positive
and smile and give myself a fake nod.
sitting here a hundred thoughts in my head.
how i cant do anything right.
how everything i try to do,
turns to shit in my hands.
but everything seems so fake right now.
how can i hold on to something that was never there?
an emptyness grows with the lump,
that gets bigger in my throat.
i want something solid.
i want what was never there...
i want it to stop
i want to will it all away.
but if i show the tears it brings
they all will laugh
you're not cut out for this. you're not even right.
id rather die, than live another day.
white flag goes up...
surrender and die.
give up the fight.
i cried the other day because i felt lonely.
i cried the other night because i was happy.
my cup of tea is going cold right now.
im crying because to you,
i am nothing...
everything seems to backfire,
in one way or certainly in another.
im always strong for everyone else.
but to war again?
my solidier can not march on.
so she builds a wall firmly around her.
to keep out the ones whom said they would never hurt her.
repatition
routine
it always ends the same.
with something good,
always follows something bad...
with something beautiful...
something insaine.
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