I don’t know why it feels this way
Boats are sinking in the bay
The way the air used to feel
Now it’s all so unconcealed
Watching as the day erodes
Wishing for some antidote
Worried what the night will bring
I’m afraid of everything
All I asked was to be left alone
Now I sit here burning chromosomes
Counting cars that pass me by
Nervous I’ve been pushed aside
Bottled up by my own hand
Feeling like I’ve been goddamned
Categorize my every thought
Ringing like some distant shot
Every weight that tethered me
Somehow hangs in jeopardy
I needed some time by myself
Now I’m stewing in my rotting smell
Feels like somehow I’ve been cursed
Though there’s some that have it worse
Still it’s not a holiday
Living in this self-made cage
Alone and afraid x3
It’s no holiday
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