caterpillar sickness from flowers rose by Artist

listening to a siren's song of nothing
blanket blocking the light that the dams won't
flood if I let them to break open
the left side of my face already drowned

I want to turn onto my right side
fully clothed laying in my shoes
Tired all the time, unless I'm sleeping
I'd say goodbye if I had someone to

I want to learn how to stay in tempo
too self conscious to read my own lines
no mom here to tell me my room's messy
Bedsheet white lies, saying I was fine

don't have to take showers
reply to my moms texts from yesterday
waste time eating or sleeping
not like I do those things anyway

there's one too many people like me on this planet
brushing bleeding cavities everyday
taking medicine every morning
not like I do those things anyway

used to waking up exhausted four hours later
wishing my nightmares would never stop
trying to escape what I'm feeling and thinking
don't want anymore feelings or thoughts

who cares about if it's sleep or if I'm burning
burning my bridges with existance, going under
should have got the bottle with the namebrand
every source of stress put to eternal slumber

• Pop
• bedroom
• cumcore
• Tucson