Tunes in my head: Maze by Phish
Atmosphere: Depressed.
Yes, I will continue to feed from the bottom. Any morsels that fall, you know I'll just gobble up.
So I ask you why I'm swimming by.
Do I need to drown before I get pulled up? Or do I just need to reside in the dark for a while?
I can't be this low. The lights have gone out. Pull me up or pull me under.
The parents are constantly fighting. And it saddens me. It depresses me. But what can I do, y'know?
I feel used. People use me for my intellect or relationships or whatever. And then whenever I'm past my useby date, they just toss me aside.
Am I really just a piece of trash?
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