Begging, by Slightest Sound
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Just sitting here,
looking out the window,
carelessly waiting.
Locked between these four white walls,
waiting for what the future might bring.
I lost myself, lost the passion,
lost the apetite for trying new things.
Will i ever get them back?
I'm begging, please help me.
I just want to feel good, like them.
Will i ever be me again, again?
Oh I'm begging, help me.
They give me medication,
but that's just not enough for me,
because i feel just like i'm drowning,
when i'm not even near the water.
I'm stuck between dying and living,
all i got left is this heavy breathing.
Slightest Sound
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Posted: 2019-04-09 17:02:49 UTC |
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