I sit pondering on the conversation I just left
My mind wanders to a place I have now found Close to the ground and far from the sky
Alone in this state, feeling no urge to cry
I vomit my words, honest but why
As I fail to have reason, to escape my drowned mind
I hate my honesty sometimes
It weighs on me, like a blanket when you have over slept.
I puke in this stained bed with nothing in me, for thoughts do not lie
I puke in this stained bed with nothing in me, but a silent voice that keeps me awake
I am suffocating, in, this, place
I breathe to escape but honesty gives me company
So I hide in this bed
So I hide in this bed
So I hide in this silent place where honesty can't be heard
Only thought
