They’re fireflies in my eyes and it’s hard to see
Some days it’s hard to get out of bed, and I can’t breathe
Some days I think I’m better off in my sheets – underneath
They’re ghosts roaming my mind, sometimes it feels like my thoughts are my defeat.
They’re goosebumps on my skin
From the memories of the past, I hide within
Sometimes I feel like there’s nothing left, maybe I’m just supposed to whirl through my deadly sins
They’re sounds in my ears, whispering – saying, “you’re not good enough” or “you’ll never win”, Some days they’re so hard to comprehend.
I don’t want to fight anymore
I don’t even know what I’m living for
Maybe I should be searching for my answers in a drugstore
But I knew that’s not the kind of thing I wanted to explore.
I said that months before
But I investigate the windows and think what galore
The medicine that’s supposed to make me feel better to my core
But I chose to soar
I chose to fly and try
I tried to stop looking at the people who hurt me, in the eye
I tried to put on a disguise so that maybe I wouldn’t feel like I wanted to die
I chose to try and fly
But still
There’s a part of me that wants a thrill
A part of me that wants to take the screwdriver and drill
To take the past, the thoughts, the hurt, the pain, and just spill.
They’re fireflies in my eyes and it’s hard to see
Some days it’s hard to get out of bed, and I can’t breathe
Some days I think I’m better off in my sheets – underneath
They’re ghosts roaming my mind, sometimes it feels like my thoughts are my defeat.
-j.ds