My mind’s a mess,
It’s a fucking mess,
I’m caring less about living,
But yet I still care about how I dress,
I can’t let them know,
But I want them to know,
I want the world to see,
The dark red blood that flows within me,
A push and pull,
A tug-a-war,
Where the mighty stand,
And the weak fall,
It seems I’m weak,
The loser who just wants eternal sleep,
Who lost their balance,
And can barely even manage to breath.
~a sleepy ghost~