Crossed from Existential by Detritvs

Nocturnal depression in my headphones
never near stars enough to feel at home
ghosts in these walls, even when not alone
all these years am I still an agorophobe?

Get what I want, still cant sleep at night
mood turning fast like we killed a light
behind my mask, in your arms, I still sink
deep in the dark, the edge, suicide brink

binge eat, body shame, fuel self-abuse
hand me down worth, I was born to lose
trauma and stress, synapses misfire
try to fix my brain, cant find the crossed wires

I try my damndest to see the curse as a blessing
still face this shit is fucking depressing
sure, its about personal growth and testament
and not others expectation management

like snow trying to fall in winter season
but temperatures never dip below freezing
forced to fall as another gray rain
its worth expelled, looked at with disdain

am I the damned?
Am I the cursed?
Am I just another star
lost in the universe?

Failure, another step to being right
evolutions not a vacuum but its airtight
context devoid, resources depleted
to me modern reason simply lack meaning

I am not damned
I am not cursed
I am just a shooting star
fading from the universe

try to let my frustrations go to sleep
by our own desires nature wont be beat
laws of nature are the only I respect
and so I turn away, with tears, and bereft

• Alternative
• Cloudrap
• Emo
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Punk
• pop
• Buffalo