Ok

I put my feet on the ground
the floor is like needles
the cold night puts its arms around me
and it kills me
it kills me

and I can never sleep
cause my thoughts are haunting me

my thoughts are like bullets in my head
I’m not bulletproof
I wish I was bulletproof

I’m here and I don’t want to be
but Idont know where I want to be
my hands are cold and my head hurts
there is a weight on my chest
and I dont know what it is
but its so heavy I can’t carry it

still

I feel so empty
I can’t seem to get things right
and it haunts me
and it mocks me

so I dont want to be awake
but my dreams haunt me too
there is no way out
the exit door seems to be always closed
and I can never get there
cause I’m always falling halfway
I just want to get out

float away

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