blue duck
monster under my bed
nah, just eccentric....
i think i'm starting to lose it.
as i count one-by-one,
all of my little bruises.
i've always been so strong.
but lately i've found myself wanting to cry..
what the hell is goin on?
and why is everything going wrong.
i have so much..
why do i see so little.
i can't get that voice in my head to shut up.
and now i'm becoming weak
i'm becoming brittle.
and soon i know i will break
the truth is inevitable.
and it's so strenuos to keep up the fight.
and i'm starting to wear out
from all these sleepless nights.
and it's always been just me.
no one else
but now i'm becoming lonely.
i cant this anymore by myself
and as much as i don't want to..
maybe it's time to ask for help.
because he wants to help me
or so his words always say
but so far i've been makin it
and i've turned him away
but i don't have the answers anymore.
and i've started myself,
my own little war.
i feel like somethings missing
but i can't quite figure out what.
but this emptiness i'm feeling.
and i'm feeling way too much.
but for once in my life
i don't know what to do
and i want to give up the fight.
i don't want to see it through.
at least not...
not without you..
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