Sting

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Maybe I like that kind of pain

Maybe I need a rush of adrenaline

Just to break down when it's over

So I can lay on the floor

Sobbing with my head in my hands

Maybe that's what's good for me

Maybe that's what I'm supposed to do

Why it all turns out like this

It's only a thought to consider

But if I listen to the voices

Maybe then it will be over

Maybe then I can stop hurting

And get it over with at once

No

No

No

No

It's just a thought, don't listen

It's just an idea, don't acknowledge

It's just a moment, it will end

Let it last for a while

Let it bring you down

Because the alternative is so much worse

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

I'll find another way

If there is another way

I know the answer but won't think that far ahead

So I'll torture myself another way

Emotional pain is safer but I end up in the same position

Sobbing with my head in my hands

Laying on the floor like this every day






(P.S. This is about the mental state I was in around 5 years ago, so don't worry)

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