Stuck here with the boundary I can see
Stuck here right between something and nothing
It could be purgatory,
But what is being purged?
I’m not where I want to be,
I’m not with whom I want to be,
I’m not even where I would have wanted to be if I hadn’t even tried
Hadn’t ever caved.
I had a fever,
Is that really it?
It was all started by insomnia and a fever and too much silence
And whatever the fuck happened
To get me locked in my room.
All that weird shit that happened
And every day ends and my heart breaks every night as there’s nothing
But it was always my fault
I must have done something
To deserve nothing
So I must not have been good enough
Try again.
I’m too tired for bitter
But I’m not allowed to cry or what will everyone think?
So tired of feeling like every sound is something.
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